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Those words should send murderous rage through my bloodstream, but I’m past that point, bent over and bare, my skin alight—all I feel is deeply turned-on. Like I might explode all over his hands if he applies pressure any lower.
This time, the words that escape my lips are a desperate plea. “Please.”
He deals another smack, this time closer to the apex of my thighs, closer to where I need relief. “Is this what you need from me?” he growls.
Another smack sends a shock of pleasure to my clit. My limbs are taut with anticipation. A delicious ache spreads through my body. “More,” I beg. My breasts have fallen out of my bikini top and are now rubbing against the hair on Leo’s bare legs—the feeling so overwhelming it robs me of my sanity.
One hand drops between my legs, strumming a perfect rhythm over my clit, while the other administers another stinging blow. “I think this is what you really need, isn’t it, butterfly? One hand delivering pleasure, the other delivering…”Smack. “Pain.” He adjusts me on his lap so my head is lower to the ground, and he has a perfectly level view of my throbbing cunt. “I am going to give this pussy the relief it needs, but first”—I release a strangled moan and squirm on his lap—“tell me who it belongs to.”
Is he serious? Forget it. “It belongs to me,” I fire back.
Smack. He braces a hand on my back as he delivers another forceful slap against my swollen clit, and I fight to keep myself steady. His two fingers push into my entrance, and the sound of my wetness fills the space between us. He keeps rubbing and teasing me—his touch unleashes a tsunami of desire that threatens to swallow me whole. When he abruptly pulls his fingers away, leaving me feeling empty, I whimper.
“Try again,” Leo bites. “And this time, I want the truth, or you don’t get to come.”
I wish I had the strength to fight him, to say anything other than what he wants me to admit, but I’m past the point of being able to resist him. “You, Leo. You own this pussy. You are the only one—”
The words aren’t even fully out of my mouth before he pinches my clit, making lights explode behind my eyes and sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my entire body. Another slap lands on my clit, lurching me forward, but this time, the mix of pain and pleasure pushes me over the edge.
I cry out, chasing the delicious high that only Leo and his evil hands can deliver.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The cold, hard reality snaps me back to the present. I push myself off his lap, hurriedly pulling my bikini back on. The repercussions of my reckless words hum under my skin. What have I done?
I just admitted the one thing I kept guarded from him, from the world.
That I’m still his.
Try as I might to deny it, Leo Kozlov still owns me fully and completely.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
LEO
The whiskyjust doesn’t burn the way I need it to. Fuck this fancy stuff with its smoky-smooth drawl, I need something with enough bite to dull the ache, and this shit isn’t cutting it.
I scan the dismal array of half-empty bottles on the office bar cart. Bingo. Tucked away in the corner is a bottle of vodka coated in a thick layer of dust. It’s more like a bottle of hooch, but I grab it anyhow, twist off the cap, and take a long swig, relishing the burn as it slides down my throat. Papa would turn over in his grave if he saw me now, drinking this swill straight from the bottle, splayed out on the ugly beige couch shoved into this closet of an office.
The thought makes me smile. Good. He doesn’t deserve my allegiance. He doesn’t deserve anything from me, but a middle finger straight in the air.
To taste her again was pure magic. To bury my face in her beautiful pussy and have her writhe on me was nearly enough for me to die a happy man. But it wasn’t just about the sex. Holding her, feeling her body relax and her breathing steady during the storm was an unexpected reward. I hadn’t planned for what happened next, but I sure as shit didn’t avoid it when the opportunity presented itself. Because I’m a weak man when it comes to her.
I grasp the bottle tightly in my hand and take another hearty slug, the raunchy burn exactly what I was looking for. Maybe if I drink enough it’ll help keep me from knocking down the door to her room and fucking her like the animal I am. Like the animal she makes me.
It took everything in me to drag my sorry ass out of her bed early this morning after spending half the night just staring at her sleeping.Pizda. Who have I become? A man who is so desperate for a taste that I force her to wear my ring under the flimsiest of excuses. A man who laid her over my knee and spanked her bottom red for allowing another man to touch her. A man who had no issue with making her come face down in my lap after delivering her punishment.
All of my perfectly laid plans went to hell in one jealous moment. I had planned to set work aside and spend the day with her by the pool. Instead, I let anger get the best of me, and I paid for it—after she took her orgasm on my fingers, she stormed off the deck without another word.
My phone rings in my pocket. A welcome distraction from my raging thoughts. Seeing Daniil’s name on the screen, I pick up right away.“Chto ty uznal?”I ask, desperate to know if he has any new information.
My brother lets out a low whistle between his teeth. “Whoa. Are you into the sauce already,brat? Isn’t it a bit early for that?”
Shit.I only speak Russian when I’m well on my way to buzzed, but right now, I don’t feel the booze. Just numb, which was the point. “I’m fine,” I mutter, switching back to English, determined to keep my words from slurring.
He chuckles darkly. “I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about Alyona being trapped in a confined space with you.”
An irritated grunt bubbles up from my throat. “You don’t have to worry about her, she holds her own better than any vor I’ve known.”
