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Brand me.
Completely own me.
He kicks the door open and slams me against the nearest wall. The thud sends a shock wave through my back, but I can’t focus on that when he throws down his gun and wrenches his lips from mine.
He doesn’t pull away.
Doesn’t look away either.
Our foreheads meet, and he releases a long, charged breath that mixes with my shaky one.
“I thought I’d lost you again.” He lifts a hand from my thigh and strokes my hair, my cheek, and my swollen lips. He touches me everywhere as if wanting—no, needing—to make sure I’m actually here.
I don’t mean to, but my hand loses its grip on the gun, and I unload it before I let it hit the ground.
My hands hesitate before I grasp the strands at the back of his head.
“I thought you were hurt.” My whisper sounds convoluted in the tense air.
Kirill slowly opens his eyes, and I stop breathing at their intensity. “So you came out to save me?”
“That’s not—”
“Don’t lie to me, Sasha. Not now.”
I remain silent, scared of voicing the thoughts I had earlier out loud. Hell, I’m terrified to admit them to myself.
“Very well. We’ll do it your way then.”
His lips devour mine again, this time hungrier, angrier, and brimming with a decadent rage I’ve never felt before.
He clutches my hand and drags me up the flight of stairs, then stops in the middle and glues my back against the wooden railing that creaks at the impact. When he puts me down, I can barely stand on my unsteady legs.
“What are you doing—” My question is cut off when he bites my lower lip. One of his hands squeezes my breast through my shirt while the other unzips my pants and yanks them down.
My legs clench together, but that only manages to heighten the throbbing pressure between my thighs.
“You seem to have this strange idea that you could leave me, Sasha.” He slides his fingers over my panties, and they’re wet. They’ve been like that since he started kissing me senseless.
Despite myself, I find my heart and body reacting to Kirill’s presence and touch in the most wanton way.
My hips jerk when he slowly but firmly circles his fingers around my clit, stimulating, but not really giving it enough attention.
I tilt my head back, held hostage by the torturous bursts of pleasure.
Kirill wraps his hand around my throat and flings my attention back to him. “Eyes on me.”
My gaze clashes with his icy one. Only, there’s fire there now. A dangerous flame that could and would engulf everything in its path—me included.
“Answer me. Do you truly believe you’ll leave me?”
“We had a deal.” My voice is throaty, low, and definitely not what I want to sound like in this screwed-up fight for power.
“A deal.” He slides my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers in my opening. “You want to abide by the deal? Very well, wife.”
He adds a third finger, and I sink my nails in the railing to stop myself from tumbling over or actually holding on to him.
His thumb glides back and forth on my clit as he fucks me with his fingers. It’s enough pressure to make me want to come, but not enough to get me there.
I release a frustrated sound, but that doesn’t seem to deter him. If anything, he slows his pace whenever I’m jerking my hips faster.
“Did anyone else touch this cunt, wife?”
I glare at him. “That’s none of your business.”
“Wrong answer.” His rhythm dulls to a mere caress and I hate it. I want the rough touch, the violent orgasm.
I need it.
Maybe he truly corrupted me, after all.
“We’ll try again.” He thrusts with a heightening pace and applies the perfect pressure on my clit. “Did any other fucker touch my cunt?”
“Oh, shit.”
“It’s a yes or no question. Which one is it?”
His hand starts to ease off my pussy, and I jerk, grabbing his wrist to keep it there. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No one’s touched me since you.”
Flaming possessiveness shines in his eyes, and he goes all the way, pounding into me in an animalistic frenzy.
I come with a violent shake, my clit and pussy throbbing in synch with his touch.
“And no one will,” he whispers against my throat. “I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch my fucking wife.”
I’m still riding the shock waves of the orgasm and can’t exactly speak, let alone think.
All I can do is give in to the carnal temptation and the unforgiving pleasure Kirill wrenches out of me.
He removes his hand from my pussy, and a sense of emptiness rattles me to the bone. I want to be filled again and fucked savagely like only he knows how.
To my horror, he also releases my throat, leaving me entirely empty. His harsh eyes remain on me as he unbuckles his belt and wraps it around his palm.
