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“I mean, why else would she want you to join if she thought you’d reject her? Have you slept with her before?”

“No. Never. And never fucking will. Do you want to fuck those guys?”

His hand shoots out and he grabs my throat, shoving me into the padded wall.

The anger on his face has me snapping my mouth shut.

Did I push him too far?

I swallow as his fingers squeeze, making me struggle for air.

“N-no,” I cough.

He releases me and my body sags against the wall.

“I don’t want to fuck them. I’m just saying, maybe that’s something you used to be into? A bit of sharing? Watch me get fucked by another dude. I mean, or you and another guy? Zoya looked like she was having a great time there.”

He rubs his hands over his face. “Stop. Fucking. Talking. Anastasia.”

“So two dicks is a no go for me?” I mutter to myself.

I let out a squeal as he grabs me by the waist and throws me over the leather spanking bench in the middle of the room.

“Is that what you fucking want?” he roars.

I scream out when something hard smacks down on my ass.

I almost see stars as the pain sears through me, tears rolling down my cheeks, but I’m also turned on. What the hell?

“I just want you!” I shout at him. “Why would I want another guy’s dick in me when I have you? I’m fucking worried you’re going to leave me for Zoya!”

I start to sob, hot tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision. I don’t know where this jealousy is coming from. It also doesn’t help that ass really fucking stings.

I shove myself up from the cold, hard bench, and throw myself at his chest, feeling the force of the collision.

“I just want you.” I grab a fist full of his shirt and with all my strength I push him back on the plush, silky bed. Landing on top of him, I straddle him.

With one hand grabbing around his throat, I squeeze and kiss him.

“Now how about you fuck me and prove I only ever need your cock?” I bite his lip and a growl erupts from his chest. His eyes are black as he rolls me onto my back and forcefully opens my thighs.

His face, I don’t recognize it. There’s no love in his eyes. Just fury.

My heart beats frantically. I push on his chest and he snaps his eyes to mine.

His stern facade momentarily melts, replaced by a softer look that lasts only a second.

“Red,” he whispers.

He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a ragged breath.

“Fuck. Red. I’m sorry, I don’t trust myself.” He climbs off the bed and storms towards the door. Without thinking, I rush after him, my heart pounding, and throw myself in front of him, blocking the doorway.

“No. Miki,” I say sternly.

His head tilts as his jaw clenches. “Move. I don’t want to hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself. And the shit I just envisioned doing to you was wrong.”

I frown, taking in his words, but I stay frozen on the spot. “No. Talk to me. Please.”

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