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“I’m going to pin you against the door, cover your mouth with my hand, and fuck you from behind until you melt all along my thick cock like the filthy, messy girl you are.”

“Oh,” I say, heart racing, unable to form a more coherent response.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” His grip is iron as he drags me to the back hall.

But the safe word doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to need it.

He strips me, buries two fingers in my mouth and fucks me rough enough to make me see stars, and there are only two things I can say:

Valentin.

Please.

Chapter 23

Valentin

I’m awake with the sunrise, and Karine’s breathing deeply and slowly beside me.

She looks so small and beautiful. I’m tempted to reach out and brush her hair from her face, but I don’t want to wake her up, not when she’s so peaceful.

And nothing about our marriage so far has been peaceful.

She deserves a moment of rest, even if that means leaving her asleep.

I stretch and keep staring at her, unable to look away. When she first came into my life, naked and glorious and embarrassed as hell, I thought she was a mess.

But I wasdrawnto her. I couldn’t get her out of my head.

That thick, dark hair, those graceful curves, that gorgeous fucking body and that coy little smile.

I wanted more, and her friend Merrick was more than happy to sell her out.

And when I realized who her family was?

I thought I smelled an opportunity.

That’s the life of aPakhan. If I want to keep my family safe and strong, I have to be willing to make the hard choices. Normal people with their normal lives, with their jobs and their friends and their fucking pets, they get to keep their moral score sheet clean. Their hands don’t have to get dirty, because nobody relies on them, and they don’t have monstrous killers out there waiting to take everything away.

I’m surrounded by thieves and murderers, which means I need to be twice as hard.

So I make the difficult decisions and do the morally reprehensible things, all for the greater good.

That’s what Karine was to me at first. She was a means to the end. She was my ticket back into the good graces of the Brotherhood, and nothing more.

Until I realized I was completely wrong about her.

She was everything.

I couldn’t get her from my head. Even now, with her lying by my side, I can’t stop thinking about Karine’s lips wrapped around my hard shaft. I reach down into my boxer briefs and slowly stroke myself while looking at her. It’s fucked, but I’m so broken and obsessed with her, and I can’t help it. I growl out a soft grunting moan as I rub my palm around the crown of my cock and watch my sleeping wife’s breasts rise and fall with each breath.

She’s my entire world now.

I don’t remember when the shift happened. There has to be a moment somewhere in the near past where I went from wanting her, to thinking about her constantly, to a deep and sickening obsession.

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