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“No!” she forces out, louder, broken.

“Are you going to do as I tell you?”

Her voice is raw, trembling with need. “I’ll do anything for you… anything…”

I drive deeper, harder, grinding against her clit with every thrust. “Anything?” I growl against her mouth. “You’d better be careful what promises you make when my cock is buried inside you, plamya.”

She cries out as I hit that perfect spot again and again. I can feel her tightening around me, right on the edge.

I finally give her what she needs.

“Come for me.”

She shatters with a broken scream of my name—“Andrei!”—her whole body convulsing as she gushes around my cock, soaking us both and the sheets beneath her. The feeling of her pulsing, milking me, sends me over the edge. I bury myself deep and come hard, emptying myself inside her with a low groan.

We’re both panting, chests heaving.

I reach up and untie her wrists, then remove the blindfold. Her eyes are dazed, lashes wet. Red marks circle her wrists from where she pulled against the belt. I curse softly under my breath. I got too carried away.

I take her wrists gently and rub the marks with my thumbs.

She swallows. “It doesn’t hurt. I just bruise easily.”

I don’t answer. Instead, I slide off the bed, lift her into my arms, and carry her to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature, then step in with her still in my arms.

I rinse her clean, dry her body with a towel when we’re done, and carry her back to bed. I pull the covers over us and draw her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin. My fingers trace slow, soothing patterns along the smooth skin of her back.

Soon her breathing evens out. She falls asleep in my arms. I lie awake, staring at the ceiling. She told me she isn’t mine. Guess I’ll have to make her mine in a way she’ll never be able to deny.

Permanently.

Chapter Sixteen

Rosie

I wake up slowly, every muscle in my body deliciously sore.

My thighs ache. My wrists are tender. There’s a deep, satisfied throb between my legs that reminds me exactly how Andrei took me last night, over and over. He made his point very clear: he’s not letting me go.

I sigh, staring up at the ceiling. There’s no way out.

He’s always one step ahead. Every time I try to run, he knows. How? Is he tracking me? The thought sends a chill down my spine. How else could he have known to look for me at the airport last time? The man seems to have eyes and ears everywhere.

I shift carefully under the sheets, wincing at the pleasant ache. My leave from work is almost over. I need to go back. Contrary to whatever Andrei thinks, I’m not quitting my job. I’m never going to be dependent on a man again. Never. He might be a billionaire, but his money is not mine. At least Anya’s future is secure, but I refuse to become one of those women who live off their baby daddy’s wealth.

Baby daddy.

The word makes me pause. Is that what I am now? A baby mama? What are we even doing?

We’re having sex, mind-blowing, toe-curling sex, but what does that make us? He keeps saying I’m his. His what? His girlfriend? Are we… dating now?

The ridiculous thought sends a flutter of butterflies through my stomach, and I immediately hate myself for it.

Oh God. I’m dickmatized. Andrei has literally fucked all the sense out of me.

I turn my head and look at the empty side of the bed where he slept. My life in New Jersey flashes through my mind: the cozy apartment I finally made my own, the friends I made, the job I worked so hard to build over the last four years. Am I really supposed to give all that up and move back to New York just because Andrei says so?

I take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling again.