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"Enough," Dima growls suddenly, his voice commanding but tinged with desire. I can see the fire burning in his eyes, and it ignites something within me as well. "Back on board. Now."

"Is everything alright?" I ask, concern washing over me momentarily.

"Everything is more than alright," he reassures me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But I need you. All of you. Right now."

I don't hesitate to follow his order. We scramble up the ladder, leaving wet footprints on the deck as we make our way to the cabin. My heart races with anticipation, my body thrumming with excitement at what's to come.

Dima doesn't waste any time; as soon as we're inside, he slams the door behind us and pushes me onto the bed. The force of his actions sends a shiver down my spine, making me crave him even more.

"Wait," I protest breathlessly, trying to slow things down for just a moment. "What about—"

"Take it off." He cuts me off, nodding at my bikini. "Or should I rip it off instead?"

"Rip it off," it’s a command, surrendering to his dominance. He nods, a predatory glint in his eye as he slowly peels away the wet fabric, teasing me with every deliberate movement.

"God, you're beautiful," Dima murmurs, his gaze raking over my exposed body, his mouth taking my breasts to his lips.

I moan, reaching for his boxers.

He pulls them off and pins me beneath his body. Dima's hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to his cock, and I part my legs. He thrusts into me with a ferocity I've never experiencedbefore. The sensation of his cock inside me is overwhelming—it's as if every nerve ending in my body has come alive, sparking with electricity. I can't get enough, and I find myself pushing back against him, wanting more, needing more.

"Harder," I gasp, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding. “Harder…”

"Like this?" he asks, his voice strained with effort as he complies, slamming into me with even greater force. I cry out in pleasure, feeling the heat between us intensify. It's as if we're two stars on the verge of going supernova, the energy building to an almost unbearable degree.

"Turn around," Dima demands, his tone brooking no argument. I obey without hesitation, shifting until my back is pressed against his chest, allowing him deeper access.

He runs his hands across my ass before dipping his cock into me again. He takes my hair into a fist, arches my back toward him, and I swear I feel corners of his cock I’ve never felt before as he continues to pound me relentlessly.

Chapter 18 - Dima

The smell of fresh coffee and pastries fills my nostrils as I step into the secluded cafe, glancing around for Nikolai. I spot him near the back, nursing a cup of black coffee. His eyes meet mine, and he motions me over to his table.

"About time you showed up," he grumbles as I slide into the seat across from him. "I've been waiting here for ages."

"Sorry," I reply, trying to mask my annoyance. "What's so urgent that you had to drag me here? Why couldn’t we speak at the office itself?"

Nikolai looks uncomfortable, his eyes shifting away from mine before he speaks. "Listen, Dima…I don't know how to say this, but there's something you need to know. There's a video going around of Lara sneaking out and partying around in the past, and in some of these videos, she’s dancing with unknown men."

"What?" I ask through gritted teeth. To imagine that this secret Lara and I have tried to protect her from is now out there, ready to ruin her, makes me furious beyond belief. But of course, I can’t let Nikolai know I was in on it from before.

I need to protect Lara, and I would never have anyone, especially my family, thinking she used me for her benefit when all this while, this marriage was my idea.

"How did you find out about this?" I ask, trying to learn all I can about this very messy situation.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is that I've already stopped the circulation of the video and sent a gag order to all media channels and gossip websites. But I wanted you to be aware of it."

Nikolai's concern is genuine, and I appreciate his loyalty to me, and his sister-in-law.

"I might have had it removed from the internet. But the damage may be done." Nikolai meets my gaze, brow furrowed. "I wanted you to hear it from me first."

"Thank you. I'll handle this," I assure him, my mind racing with possibilities. “Do you have any idea who released the footage?”

“None,” he shakes his head. “I had my IT guys on it all night, but the person who uploaded it left no traces.”

"Be careful, Dima," Nikolai warns, finishing his coffee. "Whoever did this might have more up their sleeve."

With a nod, I leave the cafe, my thoughts a whirlwind of anger and confusion. Who could be behind this? And why now?

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