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"Don't what?" I step closer, my own anger rising to meet his. "Don't demand answers about my own father? Don't expect my husband to actually find him?"

"Don't act like I'm not doing everything in my power to bring him home." His voice drops lower, rougher. "I've had every available man searching since the moment we discovered he was missing. I've called in favors, pressured contacts, threatened people who might have information. I haven't slept. I haven't eaten. I've done nothing but search for your father."

"Then why haven't you found him?"

The question hangs between us, sharp and accusatory.

Samuil sets down his glass with careful precision. "Because whoever took him knew exactly what they were doing. They covered their tracks. They planned this carefully. And until we find a thread to pull, we're searching blindly."

And suddenly, I realize what I'm doing. I'm lashing out at the one person who's actually trying to help. I'm directing my fear and frustration at Samuil when he's not the enemy.

"I'm sorry." The words come out on barely a whisper. "I just… I feel useless. Everyone's doing something except me."

"You're not useless." He moves closer, and some of the hardness leaves his expression. "You're scared. And you're staying here where you're protected."

"I hate being scared." I wrap my arms around myself. "I hate not knowing where he is or if he's safe. I hate that I can't do anything to help."

"I know." Samuil reaches out and pulls me against his chest, and I let him. "But I promise you, Ana. I will not stop looking. I will find him."

I want to believe him. God, I want to believe him so badly.

"What if you don't?" The question is barely a whisper. I'm afraid to even ask the question, or rather, what the answer will be. "What if whoever took him⁠—"

"Don't." His arms tighten around me. "Don't go there. Not yet."

We stand like that for a long moment, and I let myself take comfort in his solid presence. In the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek.

When I finally pull back, his eyes are dark and intense. He kisses me, and I kiss him back with equal intensity, my fingers tangling in his hair as he lifts me onto the edge of his desk. Papers scatter to the floor, but neither of us cares.

His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. "Tell me to stop."

"Don't you dare." I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He makes a rough sound low in his throat and captures my mouth again. His kiss is demanding, possessive, and I meet him with equal fire.

When he finally pulls back, we're both breathing hard, and then his hands are on me again, pulling at my clothes with an urgency that matches my own. I'm not being idle. I quickly divest him of his shirt and let out a sigh into his mouth at the incredible feeling of his bare chest against my hands.

He leans over me and swipes everything off the desk. Papers fly, a glass shatters when it hits the floor. I laugh and lean back on my elbows. He stands between my spread thighs and looks down on me, his eyes so dark with passion, I feel the pull low in my belly.

And then he moves so fast, his body is just a blur. One second he's there, then he's pulling my pants and panties off, once again standing between my thighs. A strong hand slides down my belly, his fingers delving inside me. I gasp, my hips coming off the desk.

"So wet already." His voice is rough against my ear. "You like this, don't you? Letting me take control."

"Yes." No need to lie. I love when he gets all Pakhan and domineering with me, but I also love that he allows me to be me and demand whatever I want.

His cock replaces his fingers and I cry out as he fills me completely. He doesn't give me time to catch my breath before he's pounding into me, and I love that. I don't want sweet, slow sex right now. My muscles are so tight with stress and worry, I want the bliss only this type of release can give me. Only Samuil can give me.

"Harder," I demand as I wrap my legs around his waist and lean forward so that I can rub my hands along his back.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He sets a punishing pace that has stars dancing behind my lids. His lips and teeth attach to the side of my neck, sucking and biting, and driving me absolutely wild.

My orgasm hits suddenly, almost violently in its intensity. My whole body goes rigid except for my core, which pulses with the release, my muscles gripping his dick so hard he groans. He slips a hand between our bodies and rubs my oversensitive clit, intensifying the orgasm and drawing it out even longer.

I try to be quiet since we're in the study and I don't want everyone to hear me scream my pleasure, so instead, I bite down on Samuil's shoulder.

"Christ," he exclaims, and then I feel him coming. He slams into me two more times then pushes himself as deep as he can inside my body while he spills his seed inside me. I squeeze my legs tighter, my arms wrapping around him, holding him close as he finds his pleasure.

It takes a few minutes to calm heart rates and catch our breath, then he withdraws from my body and takes a step back from the desk. I'm boneless but manage to scoot off the desk and get dressed.