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“Please, Nik,” I whisper, my voice raw. “Make me come.”

“Kiska,” he sighs, his resistance finally fracturing. “You never have to beg for what I’d kill to give you.”

His hands clamp down on my hips, his grip possessive and bruising. One arm snakes around my waist while his other hand slides over my stomach, lower, until his fingers find their way between my legs.

When I try to move my hand away, he stops me, holding my fingers in place against my pussy. “No, Kat,” he growls against my ear, his voice dark and commanding. “I told you, no more games. You're done fucking with me. Either we do this together, or we don't do it at all. I’ll make you come for me, but we’ll do it my way. On my terms.”

Frustration bubbles in my chest as I groan, biting my lip. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s supposed to lose control,to succumb completely to the pull between us. But, like always, he’s turned the moment into another display of his dominance.

Nik might be the most infuriating man I’ve ever met, but this game isn’t over. Not until I say it is.

I reach behind me, my fingers clumsy as I tried to undo his pants.

With practiced ease, he releases my hips and catches my wrist, pinning my arm flush against my back. “It’s my way or no way,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “Choose carefully.”

His hand, still wrapped around mine between my legs, moves lazily, teasing me with featherlight touches that leave me squirming. I’m so close, the slightest pressure could send me over the edge.

He knows it, of course. He trails his lips down my neck, skillfully avoiding contact with my clitoris. “What’s it going to be, Kat?”

I hold out as long as I can, but he’s got me and we both know it. “Your way,” I finally concede, my voice barely above a whisper.

He rewards me with soft kisses across my shoulders. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my ear. “Now, ask me again—nicely.”

I know exactly what he wants. “Please, Nik,” I whisper, shamelessly pressing myself against him. “Please, make me come.”

With a deep, satisfied groan, he does.

Chapter 21

Nik

Victory has never tasted sobitter.

In my thirty-four years, I’ve learned a thing or two about bittersweet wins. I’ve had more than my share of triumphs that came with hefty price tags. This one is no different.

I might have outmaneuvered Kat in her manipulative little game, but there’s no satisfaction in it. No joy—just an ominous sense of foreboding. Sure, I won this battle, but the war is far from over. She’ll keep trying to control me, using my foolish, reckless attraction to her as a weapon. And God help me, I’m not sure I’ll win the next round.

To make matters worse, I’m stuck with a throbbing reminder of my self-restraint. Kat, on the other hand, is as soft and satisfied as a kitten in my arms. Every muscle in her body is blissfully relaxed, her deep, contented sighs replacing the erratic panting from earlier. She’s the picture of post-orgasmic bliss, and I hate how proud I am for putting that look on her face.

But her satisfaction only makes my own frustration sharper. It’s a reminder of everything I denied myself—and everything she still intends to use against me. In the last twenty-four hours, she has made her intentions painfully clear. She plans to seduceme, to bend me to her will. And if our brief history is any indication, resisting her isn’t exactly my strong suit.

If our circumstances were different, I’d let her try. Hell, I’d probably make it easy for her. But I can’t afford that now. Not with everything on the line.

I need to keep my wits about me if I’m going to see my plans through. That means keeping her out of my head and far away from my heart. Because once I lose it to her, I won’t be getting it back.

“Your turn now,” she purrs, stretching languidly against me, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Her arms slide around my neck as she rubs her ass against my cock. I barely stifle a groan, forcing myself to lift her off me and set her down beside me. She’s still too close, her intoxicating scent lingering, but at least we’re not touching anymore.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, amusement sparkling in her deep blue eyes.

“We should get back to work,” I say, my tone clipped. I glance pointedly at the surveillance footage still playing on the screen.

She blinks, her smile faltering slightly before it morphs into something far more dangerous—calculation. She leans in, hooking a finger over the collar of my sweater and pulling me close. Her nose brushes mine, her breath warm against my lips.

“We can work later,” she whispers, her lips grazing the corner of my mouth. “Let me take care of you now.”

Against all odds, I manage to say no to her. “Thanks for the offer, but I'm good—really.”

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