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“Don’t ever be sorry for making a man feel good,” he said in a gruff voice. “But as much as I want you right now, I need you to understand that I’m not the kind of man who does slow and gentle. What you see is what you get. I’m rough and hard. Always have been.”

“I know who you are,” she said, hands splayed on his chest, “And I wouldn’t change anything about you, Nik.”

He studied her sky-blue eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. A woman like her would never understand his true nature, never want him exactly as he was, and he couldn’t blame her. He knew he was fucked up in more ways than one—dark, sarcastic, an asshole to his core. He hardly considered himselfa prize, especially for a billionaire’s daughter who lived like a princess.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he murmured, tracing her cheekbones with his thumbs.

Her brow furrowed. “Why do you think I’m lying?”

“I know who and what I am, that I’m only good for a fast fuck. Don’t delude yourself into believing I’m anything more.”

“I disagree.” She circled a finger over his heart. “I think there’s so much more to you. More than you even realize.”

Unwanted, undeserving, unloved.Petrov’s words invaded his thoughts, but he didn’t want to think about them now. All he wanted was to lose himself in the beautiful woman straddling his lap.

Mia leaned in and placed the softest kiss on his lips. “I see you…and I want you.”

Something inside him cracked. Just the smallest fissure, but he felt it. If she believed he could be more, maybe he could.

Moving further back on the bed, he flipped her beneath him. Dismissing the dull throbbing in his arm, but unable to ignore the ache in his dick, he took control, his mouth moving over hers, stoking the heat between them. Potent desire flared, his body catching on fire. He wedged his thigh between her legs, fingers digging into her hip.

“Your arm—”

“Fuck my arm,” he said, urging her to move. “C’mon, Mia, rub that sweet pussy against me. Take what you want.”

Whether at his words or his actions, she suddenly seemed to turn shy. Was she having second thoughts? Fuck, he hoped not. But, he had to know before his control snapped.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no,” she breathed. “Keep going.”

“Thank fuck.”

Moving his hand across her flat belly, he circled a finger around her belly button then dipped his hand into her panties. Sliding through barely-there curls, he found her hot, wet slit and began to stroke. She let out a soft gasp, her thighs trying to close. No, not happening. He pushed them further apart and slid his finger inside her body. Goddamn, she was tight. As he began moving his finger in and out, his thumb found her clit and circled. Mia whimpered, her nails biting into his bare shoulders, encouraging him.

“God, you’re so soft.” Her pussy was like velvet. Normally, he didn’t waste a lot of time on foreplay. But with Mia, he wanted to slow down and savor everything. The touch of her hands on his skin, the feel of her body moving against his, the scent of her arousal mixed with that tantalizing hint of vanilla.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t want a fast fuck. He was enjoying the way she responded to him, slowly opening up like the delicate white blooms of theNezabudka, the small flowers he used to find near the orphanage. He wanted to keep exploring and pushing her to the edge. To both of their limits.

Sinking a second finger into her channel and continuing to work her clit, he found a rhythm that made her writhe. Her breaths turned into shallow pants and he watched her every reaction. Hell, he couldn’t look away for anything. She really wasthe most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and all he wanted to do in that moment was give her pleasure.

“Let me hear you purr,kotyonok,” he rasped, encouraging her hips to rock.

“Oh, God.” She sucked in a sharp breath, clutching onto him hard. “I don’t…I can’t…”

“Let go. Stop fighting it.” She was so close and he could feel her inner muscles begin to spasm.Almost there.He pressed down on that little bundle of nerves and her hips bucked against his hand as a shudder racked her body. “Good girl.”

He dropped his head and kissed her hard. Their tongues tangled and he ground his steel cock against her soaked panties.

Yeah, he wasn’t a good guy. The reality of their situation hadn’t changed: he was going to use Mia in every way possible and then walk away.

Saint knew he was an asshole for even thinking about it at that moment but leaving her was inevitable.

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As pleasure rolled through Mia’s body, she sank further into the mattress and sighed. Oh, my God, what had he done to her? Another tremble moved through her and her pulse pounded in her ears. Nik Valentine had just given her the first official orgasm not delivered by her own hand. And it was more than she could’ve imagined.

“Mia?”

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