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His arms immediately wrapped around me, holding me close.

As my heavy breathing brushed the waves of his raven black hair, my eyes flew open.

Oh, fuck. He’d come inside me. Again.

I leaned back, pressing my hands against his chest.

For several moments, neither of us spoke.

Then I slapped him.

CHAPTER 17

VIVIAN

His arm shot out to grasp around the back of my neck to pull me close. “Never hit a man with an open palm. Always a fist, krasivaya.”

Then his mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss.

His cock was still buried inside of me. I could feel it harden as he deepened the kiss.

Panicking, I pushed back against his chest.

With his arm wrapped securely around my waist, he lifted us both. I tried not to think about how empty it felt when he pulled free of my body. As if I’d lost a part of myself.

I straddled the wooden saddle, which differed from a typical Western one, before the fireplace. The cool wood soothed the burn in my thighs. The pommel was flat and wider, ending much higher, as was the back. It basically hugged my body.

After tucking his cock back into his pants, Var stretched his arm out and retrieved the discarded riding crop.

Oh, God. What had I done?

He straddled the horse’s saddle behind me. There was such a sizeable difference in height. My head barely came to his shoulder as he leaned his chest against my back to whisper in my ear, “Did your Google tell you I am Russian by geography only? In my blood, I am a Buryat, a Mongol, born in the middle of one of the most uninhabitable places on earth. Siberia.”

I was right all along. He truly was more beast than man.

Straightening, his hand caressed the top of my shoulder as he brushed my hair aside. “The Mongols have a long tradition of taming wild horses. I, myself, have a stable of eleven horses only two hours from Chicago.”

Despite the heat from the fire, I shivered, not sure where he was going with this, but knowing by his calm, deep tone, it didn’t bode well for me.

My shoulder blades contracted when I felt the soft leather tongue of the riding crop slide down my spine.

“Do you know how to break a horse, Vivian?”

I licked my lips and swallowed past the dry fear in my throat. “I’m sorry I slapped you, I just?—”

He stroked my back with the riding crop. “Shhh, that is not what I asked you.”

Unable to speak further, I brushed away a tear on my cheek as I shook my head.

He ran the leather tongue of the riding crop up and down my back. “First, you must get the filly to accept your weight… holding them down.”

My mouth opened on a gasp as the sensual innuendo of his words crashed over my core like lightning.

He leaned forward again, brushing my now overly sensitized skin with his chest hair. As his lips caressed the outer shell of my ear, he placed the shaft of the riding crop across my throat. “Next, you must get her to accept the bit.”

He slid the shaft up my throat before holding it a breath away from my lips. “Open your mouth, baby.”

My jaw ached as I clenched my teeth closed.

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