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It's too much. I shiver against the door. My fierce determination to survive has protected me in a world that constantly threatened my safety, and I am haunted by feelings of guilt for what I've done. But if I'm a survivor, I will survive again. I will not let Ollie Romanov take all that I am, and I will not let the fear of what my brother will do hold me back. Just minutes ago, I considered ending it all. There’s a certain freedom in staring death in the face and not giving a fuck about it.
I have to protect myself. I have to find my brother. I have to make sure that I'm not destroyed in the process. So I tilt my head to the side and catch Ollie’s gaze over my shoulder.
My voice is shaky. I don’t recognize myself.
"I don't know what you mean. Why don't you clarify it for me?”
Ollie’s palm slams against my ass, and heat floods my veins. Again, he spanks me, and I have to swallow the pulse of unharnessed need that filters through my veins.
Spanking kink? Yes, sir.
He spanks me again, this time plunging thick fingers in my pussy before he slaps my ass again. I can’t think straight.
He spins me around and pushes me to my knees.
Oh, hell yes.
I war between fear and elation. My heart pounds so hard it threatens to choke me. I want to please him. I want to have this small measure of control. I want to somehow break whatever walls are between us and show him the truth.
His blazing green eyes meet mine as if fueled by fire, a world of unspoken words hanging in the air between us. He’s going topunish me—I know this, and a part of me wants him to. I want to feel his dominance and control. I want him to feel my sincerity, to know how badly I want him to believe me. If I can convince him, if I can get him on my side, then that’s all that matters.
Nothing else matters.Nothing.
I respond eagerly, my hands trembling as I reach for his belt, unfastening it with swift, deft movements as his fingers rake through my hair and he yanks my head back. Pain skates down my scalp, and my head falls back. I cry out. He takes the belt from my hand and fists the buckle before he shoves my hands away. “Put them behind your back,” he orders. He gives me a sharp crack of the belt, the tail end hitting my ass. My heart pounds as I obey, and he reaches for his zipper. I shiver at the sound it makes when he pulls it down.
This is happening.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, hoping he can hear my plea for mercy without making me beg.
I love the satisfied smile that ghosts his lips and the possessive way he holds me even tighter. “I’ll teach you,” he says quietly, pulling his hot, thick cock out. “And if you don’t listen, I’ll punish you.” He flicks the belt over my ass again to remind me that he can and will.
Jesus.My skin’s on fire, my pussy throbbing, and he isn’t even touching me.
I’ve thought about this. Wanted this. The Romanov men are virulent, sensual alpha males, and Ollie is my favorite. The blend of quiet and stern intrigues me, calls to me, and makes my heart beat so much faster.
Iwant to be the one who ruffles his perfect composure.
“Open,” he says in a coaxing whisper. “Lick the tip and suck.” At the first taste of his hot heat on my lips, I stifle a moan that mingles with him.
I close my eyes and lose myself to sensation. I lick and suckle, in tune with the way he responds. If he moans and curses, I do it again. He gives me low commands, and I do everything he says. “Like that. Yes. You’re doing great. Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a natural.”
He groans when I lick his veined length, making my way up to the very tip. I lick and suck, then take him in and bob my head up and down, stroking him with my tongue and mouth. I’m so lost to this, the intimacy and connection, I don’t realize it’s my own moans mingling with his.
“Take me,” he growls with a hard snap of the belt. “Fucking swallow.”
His cock pulses, and hot, salty come hits the back of my throat. I swallow and suck, eager to please him, eager to take back control. I love the sound of his moans of pleasure. I love the deep groans that areall male.I love knowing that we’re connected in this way, that a part of him is infused withme.
I love all of this. My salty tears mingle with the taste of him on my lips.
His heavy hand comes to rest on my head as he pulls out.
“Good girl,” he whispers softly, stroking my cheek. “Good girl, Renata. You did exactly what I told you.”
Heat flares across my chest. I love it when he praises me. I feel like we’ve crossed a small bridge, but there’s still a yawning cavern we have to cross still, yet we’ve moved forward.
I did that. I made him groan. I earned his praise.
I did that.
