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“She’s only your wife on paper, not in your heart. You can’t love Mikhail.”

“Out. Now.” I raise my voice so loud she jumps back with a gasp.

She shuffles towards the patio doors and slides it open.

“You can do better, Mikhail. I know you.”

She doesn’t. Nobody knows me the way Ana does. And how wrong that statement is. Ana is too good for me.

“There is no one better in this world than my wife. Nobody. This needs to stop.”

Zoya’s eyes glass over, quickly replaced with fury. Great. I don’t have time for her, I gotta deal with my little crazy princess upstairs. Perhaps letting Ana kill her in the pool would have solved these issues.

Zoya opens her mouth and I shake my head. With a sigh, she closes the door and I watch as she walks down the path. I head over and twist the lock, then double step up the stairs and shove open our bedroom door. I stop in my tracks, raking over Anna’s gorgeous figure as she pulls the hem of the top up, revealing her perky ass in those red lace panties.

“Keep the shirt on,” I command.

She stops immediately, and I grin.

“Good girl.”

I step into the room and kick it closed with my boot. She spins to face me with a sexy smirk.

Those lips.

I need them around my cock.

Closing the distance between us, as soon as I reach her, my hand shoots out and grabs her by the throat, slamming her back into the mirror. I feel her swallow against my palm and release my grip a little.

I’ll let her say what she her piece and then I’ll fuck the rage out of her and then punish her for talking back.

“Go on, pretty girl. Let it out.”

“Mask off. You know the rules. Talking and fucking. No mask.”

As her hand touches my cheek, I snatch her wrist and spin her, pressing her face against the mirror and holding both wrists behind her back with one hand, letting her ass press against my cock.

Releasing her throat, I use that free hand to untie the back of the bandana and toss it on the floor. I don’t want to look at my reflection, so I carefully peel the black shirt over her ass and run my palm against her soft skin, digging my fingers in to grab it. I’ll keep my focus on that.

“Now you’re in position, tell me what’s going on in your head.”

“I don’t want that woman in our house.”

I don’t hesitate. “Done.”

I push forward, pressing my dick against her ass harder.

She frowns.

“Words,” I tell her, hopefully it’s not too many of them because my cock is about to explode.

“Why was that so easy?”

I spank her, and she lets out a little shriek.

“You come first. You’re my wife. I have made that clear. No one speaks to you that way. Not her. Not anyone. This is your home. I love you.”

I dig my fingers into the freshly red skin and grind my hips against her.

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