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Quickly tying the sash and after giving me another disgusted look, she walked out.

CHAPTER 13

Vadim

“You can run, little girl, but the big, bad wolf will find you. And when I do, you will be punished.” I let off an intense howl toward the bright orb in the sky, giving my delicious treat another five seconds before taking off running. There was nothing like allowing my beast to roam free, hunting like the true savage I was.

Especially when a young maiden was fair game, the girl belonging to me in every way. She’d simply forgotten the rules, pushing me away.

As if that was possible.

The chase was almost as delicious as the catch. I could hear her ragged breathing as she did her best to escape my clutches. But she should have already learned that once captured into my world, there was no escape. None.

I stopped short, crouching down as I listened carefully, determined to pinpoint her location. It didn’t take me long, the raging scent of her desire giving her away. I allowed my actions to be more predatory, slowly making my way through the dense foliage. A single crack of a twig and I snapped my head to the right.

She was within my reach. My cock was fully engorged, my needs progressing into something even more animalistic. The moment I was ready to lunge toward my prize, she turned her head ever so slowly, the slender moonlight spiraling through the trees providing a warm golden glow around her perfect face.

There was no fear in her eyes, just the same kind of brazen longing that had kept me awake at night. As I stalked toward her, taking cautious steps, she did as well, her plump lower lip quivering. The darkness was unable to mask my vision. I could see things much more clearly.

She was mine, all mine.

As soon as we were within inches of each other, I whisked her naked body off her feet, delighting in the squeals emitted into the night sky. And as I impaled her with the full length of my cock, she threw her head back, clawing my chest.

Yes, my cherished one was utter perfection.

“What the hell are you thinking about?” Aleksander asked.

Blinking, I shoved aside the primal vision, but it was tough, even though I was sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant having lunch with my counselor. It had been a rough two days, my time spent trying to immerse myself in business while ignoring the hunger that had yet to be satisfied.

I also felt like an absolute shit, but what I’d done had been necessary. Who was I kidding?

“Nothing.” He knew me too well, and as I pushed my salad plate back, grabbing my drink instead, he lifted a single eyebrow.

“You’re entirely different since a guest arrived like some imp at your door.” Aleksander was chuckling but he had no understanding of how accurate he was.

“Yeah, well, I’m also in some fucking maze that I can’t seem to get out of.”

“Don’t you mean a sexual haze?”

I glared at him and sipped my whiskey. The location he’d chosen was near to his glorious skyscraper of an office in Manhattan, a five-star joint that was almost impossible to get into. All either one of us needed to do was to pick up the phone and our favorite table, smack in the center of the floor-to-ceiling window with one of the most spectacular views in all of New York, was made available.

Even if there were other diners enjoying a feast.

I was considered a king among kings and with Aleksander’s accomplishments and high-brow parents, he was my prince. Right now I felt more like a lecherous old man than anything else.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” he asked as he put his fork down, grabbing his linen napkin and wiping his mouth. “How long have we known each other?”

“Maybe too long.”

“Uh-huh. Long enough I know when someone or something has gotten to you. And your guest has definitely gotten to you.”

I threw him a more hateful look than I’d intended before scanning the perimeter. It would seem almost everyone of importance had decided to frequent the restaurant today. We were getting looks from both men and women alike, the beautiful girls the kind who would likely slip their phone numbers on the table, winking as they passed by.

The men were fearful and uncertain.

Once upon a time, I’d found that behavior exciting, taboo in a sense.

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