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That catches me off guard. “Did your therapist also tell you that you should risk your job to try to rehabilitate a rapist and slaver who would give anything to shove you against the wall and fuck the shit out of your slutty hole?” I ask, my voice getting more and more coarse as I continue. I get out of my chair, not even realizing I’m moving until I’m right up on him. “Risk yourlife?”

Misha takes a shuddering breath as he looks up at me. “My therapist doesn’t need to know about this at all.”

I breathe out slowly, putting my hands on his shoulders and gripping tightly. “You think you’ll be able to hide this from them? From your boss? Because I think you’ll need a way to explain the bruises and cuts and the way you bliss out when I call you my slut.”

Misha groans and leans into me. “You’ll just have to do a better job about not bruising me where somebody might see.”

The words catch me off guard. “Oh, will I?” I force him to turn around, jerking the chair hard. “And you can hide how many times you come to me desperate and needy, knowing that if anyone else was to lay a hand on you, I’d end up in prison where I definitely do belong?” Because I’m not some hero in this story. I’m not someone who suddenly changed his spots.

I’m still myself, and he’s still Misha, and if he gives himself to me, I will never, ever fucking let him go again.

Misha gives me a strange smile. “How could I possibly go to anyone else, after I’ve had you?” He reaches up to wrap his arms around my torso and pulls.

I oblige, bending down until our lips are almost touching. I want to say something calculating, something witty, or even something sweet. I can’t think of anything beyond, “You can’t… because you’re mine. I bought you, Misha, and I fucking own you.”

Misha snorts. “You wish. But I’m going to let you fuck me senseless anyway.”

“Let me,” I scoff, but I can’t quite hide my giddy relief at the idea that Misha is going to submit to me.

Maybe it’s even more appealing to know that he can say no but won’t.

Maybe I just don’t give a fuck anymore as long as it means I can have him again.

I kiss him hard on the mouth, dragging him up by his hair and pulling him with me toward the hallway. “Bedroom’s not far,” I say, already breathless. It’s one of the few things I apparently now like about the house.

“Y-yeah,” Misha says breathlessly. Then he laughs. “Wait. Business first. And I brought you a present.”

I growl against his lips. “No. Bedroom first. Then business and… Wait.” My thoughts clear just enough for me to process what he said. “A present?”

Misha reaches for a plastic bag I hadn’t noticed among all the food. He pulls a book out from inside and hands it to me.

I blink at it. “Crypt 37. Interactive Book Puzzle Game.” I glance at him. “What’s this?”

He smiles. “What it says. A logic puzzle game, but for more than just one page. I thought we could do it together.”

I pull the chair I’d been sitting in closer, right next to Misha. It feels good to have him next to me. It feelsright.

I take the book and set it down next to my food, realizing my stomach isn’t the only thing that’s being frustrated by all the feelings and hormones and strange reactions. “You put a lot of thought into this,” I say.

This time, when I kiss him, it’s more gentle, and I savor the feeling of his lips on mine.

“I wish I had something to give you besides my cock.” The joke is feeble, but I grin anyway because just having him here makes me want to smile.

Misha’s smile softens. “I’m sure you can figure something out. I think you might be stuck here with only me and the marshal for company for a while.”

“I can live with that,” I tell Misha, pressing my forehead against his. “Just as long as I have your company far, far more often than his. It’s much more… stimulating.”

“I’m sure I’ll need to visit quite often over the next few months. For business reasons, of course,” Misha answers. He tilts his head up and parts his lips in clear invitation.

“Of course,” I echo. “Strictly business. I have so much to tell you.” I smirk, then offer against his lips, “Slut.”

Misha shudders and closes his eyes—and leans in to kiss me.

I close my eyes, taking in the taste of him, the feel of him.

He’s mine, and I’ll take every little thing he has to offer.

Starting with this kiss.

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