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But if this is punishment, I’m not sure it’s having the right impact on me because I am horny as hell.

“You’re going to be a good girl now and let me come down your throat.”

I nod, he pushes me back against the metal wall of the elevator and my scalp burns as he pulls my hair, relentlessly fucking my face.

Tears stream down my cheeks, but I do my best to take him. As I look up at him through my glassy eyes, he throws his head back. The way my name rolls off his tongue in that deep Russian accent makes me burn for him.

With a few more thrusts, he eases up and finishes in my mouth, still rocking his hips gently.

His eyes lock with mine as he finishes. My god, that was so hot to watch him fall apart.

I suck him clean and swallow the warm, salty liquid. As he pulls out, he swipes his finger across my swollen lips.

“The sounds you make when you gag are incredible, pretty girl.”

He pulls me up to my feet and presses his lips to mine.

“So you like my mouth sometimes,” I tease.

He raises an eyebrow at me and tugs me against his side, leaning us against the railings.

“I like your mouth all the time really. It makes you, you. I think you enjoy the punishments as much as I do.”

He slides his hand under my dress and he runs his finger along my soaking pussy.

“Yep. Feels like you do. I’ll clean up your mess when we get home.”

I let out a sigh of frustration. Home feels like forever away.

“Tease,” I pout.

His dark chocolate eyes pin me with a glare and I snap my lips shut. The last thing I need is a worse form of punishment.

He presses the elevator button and we start to descend again and he helps me into the passenger seat of his matte black Corvette, then gets behind the wheel.

It makes warmth spread through me knowing he wants to be with me, especially after seeing just how stunning that Zoya woman is.

“So, for her daughter to be your sister. That means Ivan…?” I let my meaning hang in the air between us.

Mikhail nods. “Helping Zoya escape is how Katerina, my mother, and your father all died.”

“And that gave you the scars you still hide from me,” I say quietly. “What will they think that you’re still covering your face from your own wife?”

A rumble comes from somewhere deep in his chest. “We talked about this, Ana. Is it so wrong that I want you to like me before you see the monster?”

I turn in the seat to face him. “Mikhail,” I say with a completely straight face. “I’ve had your dick in me. We’re married. Don’t you think that counts at leastsomewhereon the scale of ‘like’?”

His eyes crinkle at the corners in what I’ve learned is a smile.

“It’s a hard habit to break.” He reaches out and grips my thigh. “I promise, I’ll be ready soon.”

CHAPTER 30

MIKHAIL

I’m questioning myself now.

It’s almost gone on too long, keeping the truth of what I look like from her. I should have shown her in the beginning so she could go ahead and run in fear.

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