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“Because, what was it you said? Oh, yes, that I belong to you, and no one else but you gets to touch what’s yours. But, you see, lisichka, you have that backward. I belong to no one but myself. It is you who will belong to me, and you will be the one spilling all your secrets until I’m ready to be finished with you.”

I release her again, but instead of her gasping for air, she drops her hand and slams her knee hard against mine. The pain is instant, making me grunt, leaving her the perfect opening.

She throws me off, crawling over me again, and this time, it’s her hand around my neck, and her knee in my gut. The pain and lack of oxygen make my head spin, but I don’t look away from her. Her hair falls forward, surrounding us, and the sweet scent of her fills my nostrils.

She’s heaven and hell wrapped into a sexy as fuck and very dangerous package.

She loosens her grip on my throat, letting me draw in air as she whispers, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, pet, or I might be tempted to stay, and that’s not in the plan just yet.”

Her words surprise me even more than her leaning down and covering my mouth with hers.

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The taste of her explodes in my mouth, and all rational thought disappears. It’s only her. Her taste. Smell. Feel.

I need to push her away. Stop her. Refuse to fall under her spell again.

So why am I yanking her closer and thrusting into her hands when she grips me again?

She moans into my mouth, tongue dueling with mine as she strokes my straining length. The fabric’s feel only heightens the sensation, making me groan sharply.

“I missed the taste of you,” she breathes when she lifts enough to press her lips along my jaw, nipping along the way. “A fucking year, pet. That’s how long I suffered without tasting you again.”

“I’ve been here the entire time, lisichka. You’re the one choosing to stay away.” I wrench her by the back of the head to bring her mouth back to mine. She sinks deeper into the kiss, still stroking my cock. I groan and shudder when her nails scrape along my balls through the fabric.

She chuckles into my mouth. “Like you haven’t been trying to find me, pet. I think you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.”

I weave my hand through her hair and yank her head back, making her gasp and shiver. Moving my mouth to her neck, I bite on the soft flesh, and her grip tightens. “Perhaps. Or I’m just anxious to finally make you pay for all the things you’ve done to me.” I move to another spot on her neck, biting and sucking hard on the skin. Marking her. She shudders. “First, you put a knife to my throat.” I move to the other side of her neck, marking her there. “You shot me.” I move down to just above the pulse point in her throat and bite down. She groans but doesn’t push me away. “You fucked me and drugged me. Did you really think I’d let you get away with it, lisichka. I’m not a man who forgets.”

I pull back to look at her. Her face is flushed, pupils dilated and full of desire as she stares at me. “Tell me, pet. What were you going to do when you caught me?”

My grip on her hair tightens, the possession unmistakable. “Originally, I was going to punish you. Torture you until you were begging me to end your life. But then, you had to come into my office, looking like a fucking wet dream and telling me you were collecting on one of your favors. I was so hard, lisichka, it infuriated me. But when I was inside you, I realized there are better ways to punish you.”

“Giving me your dick is far from a punishment, pet,” she taunts, squeezing my cock again. “In fact, it’s the perfect reward. Don’t you think I deserve a little something for getting back in here and revealing more security lapses?”

Cheeky brat. I make a mental note to talk to Oleg and Zakhar about that later. Much later.

Right now, the only thing I’m planning on doing is teaching a cunning little fox a lesson she won’t forget. And thank fuck I planned for this to happen, just in case.

It never hurts to be prepared.

I slam my mouth to hers, rolling us until we’re close to the other edge of the bed. Her hands leave my cock and make their way up my back, scratching along the exposed skin. The sparks of pleasure streak down to my balls, and I drive my cock against her center. Her gasp is sharp, swallowed by my groan.

Damn it, she feels too fucking good.

No, I won’t get distracted.

I withdraw her hands from my hair, my mouth never leaving hers, and thrust them over her head, bracketing them in my right hand. She strains but relaxes when I deepen the kiss, nipping her lower lip before soothing it.

I use the distraction to reach over the edge of the bed to grip what I need. With a smoothness that surprises even me, I lift my mouth from hers and wrap the thick leather restraint around her wrists. The moment she registers what I’ve done, the desire dims under her annoyance.

I release her wrists long enough to tie a quick thick knot. I’m taking no risks.

Pulling away, I grin. “Looks like I caught you this time, lisichka.”

She watches me, assessing. A shiver of unease moves down my spine. Of course she can’t react like a normal woman even in this. No screaming, crying, or begging. No demanding to know what the hell is wrong with me.