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“Do I have to, right now? I don’t want you to stop.”

Running my hands down his tight black top, I can feel each defined ab as I make my way to his belt.

“You only get to play once I see it on you. Those are the rules.”

Running my tongue along my teeth, I lean back and grab his face in my hands, tilting it upward to meet mine.

“New rules. You gotta earn the right to see me in my new pretty set.” I bat my lashes at him for full effect.

His eyes scan over my face and a low grumble comes from him. Kinda like Hades does when anyone comes to the door.

The corners of my mouth twitch. I fight to contain my laughter at the sight of his completely straight face.

“Did you… just growl at me? Like a dog?” I ask, biting the inside of my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

It was hot, I have to admit.

“Go on,” I urge, giving him a seductive smile. “Make that noise again, it was sexy.”

“Anastasia,” he warns, his eyes narrow.

God, his voice is dreamy.

“Hmm?” I reply sweetly, twirling my hair around my finger.

“Don’t start.”

Oh, I’m going to start. Pushing this man's buttons is my new favorite pastime. And the rewards, or punishments rather, are totally worth it.

“I like the growly, Mikhail. You could bark for me if you want to. Maybe that will inspire me to get all dressed up for you, so you can rip them back off me.”

I step away, shrugging off my cardigan, the soft wool falling to the floor as I’m left in my sports bra and leggings.

“Go on. Bark for me, big man, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

A shadow falls over his eyes as our gazes meet. The change is subtle yet palpable.

Fuck. I’m playing with fire.

The way he runs his hand along the strong, defined line of his jaw, sends a jolt through me, and my heart starts to race.

And the way his tongue swipes across his bottom lip has me imagining all the places I want him to lick. Damn.

Just when I think he’s about to grab me by my throat, he steps back.

“Strip and get on all fours. Crawl to me, iskorka. Let’s see if that’s enough to get me to play your games, shall we?”

He smirks, and I want to grab his handsome face and kiss the life out of him. But I really want him to bark for me. How far I can push this dynamic before he bends me over and spanks my ass raw?

Slowly, I begin to ease my bra off, feeling the cool air on my exposed skin, but I come to a halt.

“If I strip for you, Miki, you’ll drop to your knees and beg for me. And that’s before I even start crawling. I know you want me as bad as I want you. So be very careful what you wish for.”

He walks towards me, each step echoing in the silence, then his fingers grip my chin.

“You’re right. So fucking right,” he whispers against my lips. As I go to press my mouth against his, he stands upright.

Maintaining eye contact, I remove the bra and casually toss it at him, a mischievous smile playing on my lips as I do. With ease, he catches it and clenches it tightly in his hand, his intense gaze locked on my chest.

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