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She moans into my mouth, and I swallow every ounce of her need, her anger, her desire and frustration. My tongue licks hers. My teeth graze her lips and tug them into my mouth. My cock aches to fill her.

She’s a challenge and a dream, and I need to own every inch of her. I fucking will. I don’t care who she is, where she came from, what her name is, or what her history is. This woman ismine.Mine. I’ll scream it from the rooftops and brand it on her body. I’ll annihilate her enemies and erase all memories of her past until all she cares about isus.

She. Is. Mine.

And whatever or whoever wants to stop us will rue the fucking day they tried to pull us apart.

Fuck the cartel.

Fuck the Romanovs.

Fuck history and alliances and enemies and war.

Fuck it all to hell.

“You belong to me,” I growl against her skin, my mouth tracing the line of her neck to her collarbone. I lift my palm and brand her ass again with another searing slap. “Mine.”

I rake my fingers through her hair and yank her head back. Her mouth parts, red and puffy, her eyes on fire with that passion and heat that makes me half-mad for her. “Do you understand me?”

Every part of her is a challenge I’m more than ready to meet. I tear off her clothes, my movements rough, unrestrained. We have no fucking time, and I won’t wait another second. She’s under me, her tattered clothing around us, as I unzip my pants and yank my cock out.

When she reaches for me, guiding me to her core, it’s all the permission I need. She wants this, wantsus,every bit as much as I do.

“You say I’m yours?” she whispers, her fingers digging into my back. “Fucking prove it.” Her challenge echoes mine.

Her hands find my cock. Our fingers brush. I line myself up against the wet heat of her pussy, and plunge into her.

Her head falls back with a whimper, and her eyes flutter close. This is no lazy lovemaking on an early morning, tangled in sheets, with sweet words and caresses. This is no curious exploration, getting to know each other and wondering how to make sense of it all. No. This is nothing but pure, unadulterated claiming, fucking, as I surge into her and own the walls of her pussy.

I build a fast, heated rhythm as her legs wrap around mine, and her hands scramble for purchase around my neck.

“Tell me you belong to me,” I order, lifting my hips so I can surge in her again and again until she’s breathless and half-drunk on the first spasm of pleasure I can feel echoed in my own body. “Tell me, or I’ll pull out right now and leave you tied to the bed.” I kiss her damp cheek. Is she crying? “You know what that’s like, don’t you?”

“I’m yours, Rafail,” she whispers. Blinking, another tear rolls down her cheek. “Yours.” She shakes her head as if she hates admitting the truth. “And you’re mine.”

I roar in release as her head falls back. We rock each other’s bodies—hers, naked and submissive beneath me. I’m still fully clothed and barely reining in the need to fuck her until it hurts. My hot cum spurts into her, the walls of her pussy tight around me. I ride my release with hers as if grasping for the last thread that can hold us together so we don’t fall apart.

I want to hold her close, whisper in her ear that she’s everything, that I’ll love her until my last breath. But I can’t, not yet, not until I have answers. I’ll protect her, even if I can’t give her the words she needs.

So, I go back to what I know.

I pull out of her and hastily wipe her clean with her shredded clothes. Bend my head to hers and hold her gaze with mine.

“Stay right fucking there until I take this call. We arenotdone yet.”

I stab at my phone and return the missed call from Popov.

Chapter 24

“ANISSA”

I stareat the back of my… husband?

Is he? Or has this all been a lie?

My pussy still throbs in the aftermath of climax. I can still feel the ache on my scalp where he pulled my hair, the fullness of my lips where he bit me, the branding smack of his palm on my bare ass.

I still feel the remnants of our lovemaking slick between my thighs, a reminder that I’m no longer the girl I used to be. I’m someone else now—someone who craves him, who feels alive when held in his arms, even when everything around me feels like it’s crumbling.

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