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I needed to convince him, and words wouldn't do.

I slid my hands from his shoulders to his sculpted chest and shoved hard, the action surprising both of us. His eyes held a question, and before he could voice it, I lowered to my knees, thinking only of making everything all better again.

The question in his eyes disappeared, replaced by desire. He wanted to watch me, and I wanted to give him a show.

I undid his pants and peeled them down, moistening my lips before I could even get a good look at his stiffening length. He was halfway there by the time I ushered him into my mouth, wishing to feel him grow hard from my attention. I heard myself moan as I tasted him slowly—no way was I going to rush this opportunity.

Nikita groaned softly as I lapped at the tip of his dick and flicked my tongue at the underside, teasing only briefly before sucking him back into the heat of my mouth. I bobbed back and forth, adopting a steady rhythm, my hands resting on his thighs.There was no need to rush, and I wanted to do penance on my knees for as long as he'd let me.

But his sudden and urgent grip on my arms as he hoisted me up told me he couldn't wait a second longer to have me.

Nikita pulled me up to meet his lips, and the emotion spilled out of me the second our tongues met. My cheeks were wet with tears, and my lips trembled against him. I tried to whisper my apologies, but his kiss was too demanding, too fierce.Not right now, he seemed to say.

He whisked me around to the bed and backed me into it, never breaking the kiss as he lay me down. I held him to me, our chests pressing together as he ripped my pants and panties off like they were hindrances, then parted my legs with one of his.

I opened for him, inched toward him, met his cock with my pussy, and just as desperately, he sought me out and pushed inside me with a grunt. I gasped and wrapped my legs around him, pushing him deeper, and that made fresh tears spring from my eyes.

I loved Nikita. I loved when he was inside me.

And I'd break if I couldn't have him.

He gave me long, deep strokes, making me cry out through my sobs. The hard steel of him plunging into my depths shoved away thoughts of an empty future and rooted me in the present with him, his body moving rhythmically on top of me, his weight and warmth covering me completely, protecting me.

"Take me," I whispered, nuzzling close to his ear. "I'm yours, Nikita, no one else's. Take me."

He groaned into my neck, fucking me harder, working us both toward the edge. His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me against him like he never wanted to let go.

"Lily," he grunted.

I could feel him getting close, his thrusts coming faster, gliding smoothly in and out of my soaked folds.

"Nikita, please!"

My fingernails dug into his back, my walls clenching tightly now as my sounds of pleasure filled the room.

"I'm—"

"Come for me, come on my dick, Lily," Nikita growled.

My body spasmed hard around him as I cried out, and Nikita gasped as he came moments later, spilling himself into me, buried as deep as he could get. And even as he finished, catching his breath in my ear, his arms around me didn't loosen a single bit.

We clung to each other, our hearts beating hard in our chests. Neither of us said a word, but our bodies said everything we couldn't.

CHAPTER 16

Lily

The weight of the past few days hung over me like a storm cloud that refused to clear. The tension between Nikita and me had shifted—it was no longer just about anger or betrayal. Something deeper was pulling us together, but just as quickly, the shadows of our pasts were pulling us apart again.

We hadn't spoken much since the ambush. Every time we locked eyes, I could feel the heat of his gaze, but there was a wariness there too, an unspoken tension simmering beneath the surface. It was like we were waiting for something to break, for the fragile peace we'd built to shatter all over again.

I didn't know what to do. How could I, when I wasn't even sure where I stood? Part of me wanted to cling to the closeness we'd shared, the raw passion that had flared between us, but the guilt never left. The betrayal still hung in the air like a knife waiting to fall.

I was standing by the window of the estate's sitting room, staring out at the darkened forest, lost in my thoughts, when Iheard footsteps behind me. Heavy, deliberate. I didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"Mikhail," Nikita's voice came from across the room, tense and sharp. "You have news?"

I turned to see Mikhail standing in the doorway, his expression grim. He wasn't a man who showed much emotion, but the look on his face sent a chill down my spine. Something was wrong.

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