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The worst part?

Some deep, secret part of me hadlikedit. The way he’d pushed me to the edge, the way he’d forced me to surrender completely—it had been terrifying and exhilarating all at once. No one had ever taken me apart like that, no one had ever dared to challenge me in the way he had.

And I had given in. I’dbeggedfor it.

I bit my lip, my face heating as I thought about how I’d broken down, how I’d pleaded for him to give me more, to take me further. I wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be strong, composed, the one who always stayed in control. But with him… God, with him, it was like everything I thought I knew about myself was slipping away.

“You’re thinking too much,” Aleksei whispered against my ear, his breath warm and steady. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, as if he could keep me from drifting too far into my own thoughts. “Let it go, baby girl. You’re safe with me.”

Safe.

The word felt strange, but somehow, I believed him. Even though he had taken complete control of me, there was something about the way he held me now—gentle, almost tender—that made me feel… I don’t know, protected, maybe? Like he wasn’t just here to break me, but to put me back together, piece by fragile piece.

I let out another shaky breath, resting my head against his shoulder, the scent of him enveloping me.

“You’re so infuriating,” I whispered, but there was no bite to my words, only a soft, tired admission.

He chuckled softly, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on my back. “And yet, here you are,” he murmured, his voice like a darkcaress that sent a shiver down my spine. “Safe and sound in my arms. Tell me,little girl… do you still think you can win?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Because we both knew the truth.

But that didn’t mean that next time, I wasn’t going to try.

CHAPTER 15

Aleksei

She was perfect.

She was everything I had hoped she would be and so much more. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so utterly consumed with a woman.

Amy was… well, she was different.

She wasn’t some submissive little thing, looking to please me, looking for someone to tell her what to do.

She was fiery and passionate, and she wasn’t afraid to push back, even if that meant she ended with my cock deep in her bright red and freshly belted ass.

It wasn’t often that I found a woman who could hold her own against me, but Amy? She did it with ease.

It was a new experience for me, and it was exhilarating. I was a man who got what he wanted, a man who took charge, a man who controlled every situation. Even now, my dick throbbedfrom being inside the viselike grip of her tight little ass, but all I could think about was the next time I could sink into her again.

She was already becoming an addiction, and we both knew it. When I looked at her, I saw the same hunger reflected back at me. She was a drug, and I was a junkie, desperate for my next fix.

I shifted slightly, my arms still wrapped around her trembling body, savoring the feel of her soft skin against mine. The air between us was heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and something deeper—a heady blend of her essence mixed with the faintest trace of her perfume. I could still feel the heat of her body, the way she had responded to every strike of my belt, every moan, every clench of her tight little asshole around my cock. She had taken everything I gave her and then begged for more.

No one had ever come apart for me like she had. No one had ever given me that mix of resistance and surrender, that fire and vulnerability, that perfect blend of defiance and submission.

I couldn’t get enough of it.

Ofher.

My chest ached as I held her closer, her soft breaths brushing against my neck. I’d never been one to linger after sex like this, but now, I couldn’t imagine letting her go.

I stroked her back gently, marveling at how she fit so perfectly against me. She was still trembling slightly, her body slowly coming down from the high I had taken her to. I loved that I was the one to push her there, to strip away every wall she’d tried to build around herself. She was perfect.

No.

She wasmine.

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