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“Don’t make me—” He seized the chair, and I walked back.

As I collapsed onto the seat, my fingers clenched in a white-knuckled grip. My heart pounded like a jackhammer against my ribcage, threatening to burst out and leave me a quivering mess on the floor.

Sacha’s breath was hot against my ear, and his words slithered like snakes into my brain. “This is for the best.”

“For you or me?” I swallowed my scream, my need to claw at his eyes and rip his flesh to shreds. Instead, I sank deeper into my seat and waited.

Albina and Katya entered the room, their trays loaded with meat and caviar. I worked to ignore their presence, to focus on the plate in front of me, but my eyes kept darting back to Sacha.

Katya’s eyes flicked between us, her gaze sharp as a razor. Could she sense the tension between Sacha and me? Betweenherand me?

I dug my fingernails into my cuticles, the pain a welcome distraction from the strain that filled the room as I took a bite of meat from the tray.

He leaned back into his chair, his finger caressing his bottom lip. “On second thought.” He motioned for Katya and Albina to leave. “I want you on your knees beside me.”

Chapter 26

Mia

Myheadwhippedaround,my brows narrowing as I nearly choked on the slice of meat crumbling in my mouth. “What?” I covered my mouth so he wouldn’t see the tidbits escaping as I spoke.

“I want to stuff your petulant mouth with my cock, but as much as it tempts me, I’m famished. So get on your knees.” He pointed to the floor beside his shoe. “Right here.”

Sacha gathered a cracker filled with caviar, cream, and an herb, then slid it into his mouth and chewed. His jaw tensed and retracted as he moved the savory bite around in his mouth, his dark stare trained on me as my heart thundered. Again, the war inside of myself powered on, gaining strength as he added complication after complication.

My hands shook as I picked at my cuticle. “Ouch,” I gasped and glanced down.

A bead of blood bubbled to the surface, and I brought it to my mouth.

Sacha tore my hand from my mouth and tucked my bleeding finger between his warm wet lips. Butterflies erupted inside me, and he sucked, my panting breaths evident of the thrumming between my legs.

His tongue passed over my thumb, causing a sting of discomfort until my thumb popped from his mouth with a wet succulent pop.

“Now do as you’re told before we desecrate this table of food.”

For a bright hot moment, I sat in my seat, my legs unwavering.

What if I let him thrash the food to the floor and ravish me? His hard length between my thighs, his tongue dancing with mine.

But then he’d whisper how much of a nothing I was in my ear and to keep this between us…

My stomach sank.

I slipped to my knees beside him with a grumble under my breath, my bruised knees smarting from the unforgiving touch of the marble.

“Good,” he said as I settled into place. “Now open your mouth.”

I widened my mouth slightly and waited, but he gripped my chin, his thumb pulling at my lower lip.

“Don’t be dainty, Mia. Wider.”

I parted my lips wider as our eyes locked onto each other. My fingers grew tighter and tighter within my lap, a small but growing knot of tension building in my gut. It was as if the air between us had become electric, every nerve ending in my body straining towards him with a magnetic pull.

My heart thundered in my chest. Each beat echoing through my entire being like a war drum, begging to be set free. Blood rushed to my face, the heat making my head spin, like standing on the edge of a cliff and being torn between the thrill of falling and the fear of the unknown.

A salty ocean exploded on my palate, and I jerked away, the rush of endorphins dropping to my feet like shredded confetti.

“Chew.”

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