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Using my free hand, I raised my arm high before swiftly lowering it over her bare ass, smacking it with the flat of my hand.

Her back arched as she screamed.

As a perfect handprint blossomed on her perfect skin, I said, “I’ll ask again. When was the last time you had a cock inside of you?”

Still defiant, she glared at me over her shoulder. “I don’t need a cock. I have a vibrator.”

Fuck, she was a treasure.

I loved a woman with a fighting spirit. They were such a rare find.

After lowering my zipper, I pulled out my cock, pumping it with my fist, I warned, “We’ll see about that.”

Grasping her hip, I positioned myself behind her.

She bucked. “No!”

I spanked her ass again. “Don’t lie to me. I know you want this just as much as I do.”

She breathed heavily as her big, emerald eyes looked at me over her shoulder. “Not without a condom!”

Never in my life had I fucked a woman without a condom. I even carried one in my wallet like any responsible, considerate lover.

A demon rose inside of my chest. There was something unholy about this experience.

Maybe it was the violence that bound us.

Or the way she dared to disobey me.

Or that we only had right now.

But I would not dull the ferocious need pounding in my blood by separating us with a piece of fucking rubber.

Whether I saw God or the devil tonight, the moment I thrust into her cunt, it would be flesh to flesh.

“You’ve had enough rubber inside this pussy.”

Fuck her dildos.

A woman like this was built for a man’s cock.

Twisting her hair into my fist until her back arched, I anchored her hips with my free hand and thrust forward.

CHAPTER 11

VIVIAN

Burning white fiery flames licked over my body.

My mouth opened on a low, keening moan as his cock pierced me.

My inner muscles contracted painfully as I struggled to accept his shaft. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in over three years and was not the type to enjoy one-night stands.

This was an absolute first for me.

Holy shit.

I didn’t even know the Russian’s name!

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