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The thought was riveting and I lifted myself off his cock, tormenting him as he’d done with me, throwing back my head and releasing a strangled, sinful moan. He cocked his head, his predatory expression returning.

The moment was incredible and I couldn’t resist him any longer than he had been able to with me, slamming down in such a way his cock was pushed in as deep as it could possibly go. Several moans erupted from my chest, the vibrations as intoxicating as his musky scent. The man was truly everything I’d dreamt of.

He allowed me to take my time, bucking against him then slowing down, savoring every second. Something inside of me was fearful moments like this would be fleeting. Beads of sweat provocatively dripped down both sides of his face and I had a feeling that was more about the fact he wasn’t completely in control.

As soon as I squeezed my muscles, I thought for certain he was going to lose it. Panting, I gripped the back of the couch as I tossed my hair from side to side. Seconds later, an orgasm spiraled through me. It was so powerful, I was knocked for a loop, no longer able to move a muscle.

That’s the moment he took over, gripping my hips and pounding me up and down with wild abandon. The brutal actions only pushed me into a more intense orgasm. I couldn’t stop shaking, was completely incapable of thinking clearly and was loving every minute.

I should have known he wouldn’t allow me to get off so easily. He would always remain in control. He pushed me off, halfway tossing me onto my knees, crawling behind me without hesitation.

The moment he rolled his fingers down my spine, I shivered. Yet when he brushed a finger down the crack of my ass, I couldn’t help but moan.

When he gave me two hard cracks of his hand against my bottom, a smile crossed my face. He certainly knew how to keep a girl turned on.

He drove his cock back into my pussy, pumping hard and fast but he wasn’t finished yet. “All of you belongs to me.”

“All?”

“Every inch.” He laughed softly and pressed the tip of his cock against my dark hole. There was no holding the man back. While he tried to be gentle, I could tell by his heavy breathing that he would soon lose that battle as well.

He shoved a couple of inches inside, growling as he waited for my muscles to become accustomed to his huge size.

The pain was just like before and I hung my head, blinking furiously as lights sparked all around me. But the discomfort quickly faded and he seemed to know the moment it did, driving the rest of his cock inside.

Vadim was the one who moaned as he crowded over me, placing his hands on mine. In an unexpected move, he entwined our fingers together, our breathing even matching the same rhythm.

For so many reasons, I felt closer to him than I had to anyone my entire life. As he pressed his face against mine, allowing us both a quiet moment, tears formed in my eyes but they weren’t ones of unhappiness or fear. And that was the most joyful thing of all. How could a man so dangerous and powerful make me feel this way?

“This is just the beginning,” he said and resumed fucking me.

Every sensation was more intense. Every jolt of current making me feel more alive. I had no idea how long the moment lasted but when I sensed he couldn’t hold back any longer, a smile crossed my face.

The rush of feelings and emotions was no longer unexpected. As he filled me with his seed, I accepted the fact he’d been right all along.

I’d always been meant to belong to him.

Forever…

CHAPTER 26

“Ihave to face life with a newly found passion. I must rediscover the irresistible will to learn, to live and to love.”

—Andrea Bocelli

Vadim

I’d never been a philosophical man; perhaps I’d never wanted to be. I did enjoy music, more so than I’d ever allowed anyone, including my daughters, to discover. It was a personal thing for me, allowing me moments of peace when nothing else had worked. Maybe that’s why something I’d heard my favorite singer say a long time before seemed so profound at this moment.

Having Caroline in my arms as I slowly walked up the stairs to my bedroom was entirely different than when I’d removed her from Joshua’s bloodstained apartment in Brooklyn. I’d felt nurturing then, fearful she’d been injured.

Now, the stiffness in my joints, the aching need that never seemed to abate around her felt like what living was supposed to be about. I finally got it. Happiness wasn’t about money or powerful, beautiful things or expensive vacations to distant lands. It was about enjoying what you had with someone you cared about.

Caroline said nothing, the same look of satisfaction remaining on her face. There were no words that could be said to further entice our passion. Or change what had occurred between us. Whatever would happen in the future would shape both our realities. That did weigh heavily on my mind, especially given her reckless behavior.

I couldn’t deny I wanted her in my life and in my world. Doing so would be futile and I was at an age where it wouldn’t do me any good. Plus, why would I deny what we both obviously wanted? However, if she was going to be my leading lady, she would need to learn and accept things had to be a certain way or it placed people’s lives at stake.

She didn’t want that. In fact, she was a woman who wanted to be an equal partner. The thought was more riveting than I’d imagined. Yet her complete lack of experience in my world of constant danger had already become an issue.

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