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She couldn’t fucking control it.

Every thrust of his cock dragged along her nerves like they were exposed—each one brought her closer and higher.

Breathless and shaking.

“I’m gonna—”

“Come,” he said roughly, “yes, that’s what I want. Give it to me.”

She did.

So hard.

But he wasn’t even close to being done.

It seemed he had entirely forgotten about his shower and the bloody pile of clothes on the floor. Especially when he bent her over the sink, fisted her hair, and fucked her hard from behind until she’d shouted his name loud enough that her throat turned raw.

Her throat felt better, though.

After she sucked him dry.

Nothing looked better than Kolya watching her swallow his dick.

Maya would bet her life on it.

13.

VADIM MAY have thought Kolya was a stupid man, but he was far from it. And he certainly wasn’t so distracted with everything happening in his life that he didn’t notice how his father did everything in his power to divert or deflect Kolya.

For an entire week, ever since Vadim cornered Maya in the hotel room, everything from Kolya’s calls to requests for meetings had either gone unanswered, or an excuse had been given. Never from Vadim directly, but rather, whoever Kolya tried to go through to get to his father.

No, he was not stupid.

Vadim clearly thought he was, though.

Kolya was getting sick of this shit.

Currently, it was Grisha attempting to deflect Kolya’s attempt to get a meeting with his father. Actually, Grisha had been the one who’d done most of the diverting this past week. He was, essentially, Vadim’s right-hand man.

“Where is he, then?” Kolya demanded.

“I told you—busy,” Grisha replied tiredly.

“Or you could just tell me the truth and say he’s trying to keep me away until he thinks I’ve calmed down after his show with Maya.”

Grisha made a noise in the back of his throat. “If you know, why ask?”

“So that is what it is, yes?”

“Kolya—”

“Vadim is not so busy that he can’t see his oldest son for five fucking minutes.”

“He doesn’t want to see you. He doesn’t give a shit if you’re calm or not. That’s never mattered to Vadim; it doesn’t matter now, no?”

“Great. Then, you should have no fucking problem setting a meeting up between him and I. Soon.”

“I do have a problem with it, yes. I told you—he doesn’t want to see you.”