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What I didn’t expect had been the way I reacted and the realization that had struck me as I stopped her. She could have stabbed me and I would have still wanted her.

I want to tame her.

And then, as I’d spanked her … all I craved had been to fuck her. To bury my cock in her pretty, wet pussy.

At first, I had intended to put on that show for my men since I was leaving her alive, but as I’d seen her squirming and moaning under each slap, I could barely hold myself from shoving my dick inside her cunt.

But she’ll have to beg for that honor. And she will.

I stopped right next to the bed and studied Katherine. She seemed to be truly sleeping. Her hair cascaded over her face, and I couldn’t hold myself from brushing it away. Something stirred inside me as I took her in.

She had cried.

Her expression was tense, and I could distinguish dried tear streaks on her cheeks. There was a damp spot on the pillow, and the skin around her nose and cheeks looked a little blotchy.

I didn’t like the way it made me feel seeing her like that. Or the strange sudden need to protect her.

She quivered and whimpered in her sleep as I trailed my fingers along the line of her face. I glanced at the handcuffs and something spasmed inside me.

Fucking crazy kitten!

How the hell I didn’t notice earlier? Her wrists were bruised, red, and inflamed. I muttered a curse as I leaned in and released her arms. She squirmed and let out a soft sigh as she cuddled in her sleep and tucked her hands to her chest.

As she moved, my eyes fell on her wedding ring. That piece of shit didn’t deserve her. No one did. A wave of jealousy washed over me as I stared at the jewel, surprising me. I slipped it off her finger and tossed it aside, the ring landing on the floor with a faint chime.

I crossed the room and took the medical aid from the drawer. As I returned to her and applied some cream on her wrists, I asked myself what the fuck was I doing.

She was going to be a good fuck, that was obvious. And I wanted to bury my cock inside her cunt. Katherine was also the perfect leverage over her husband, and I planned to use her to both humiliate him and make him bow to me.

But there was more, and it frustrated me to not be able to exactly name it. Maybe I should just fuck her, use her against Chernov, and throw her away. Sooner I got rid of Katherine and made her husband grovel, the better it would be.

Yet, the contrast between how vulnerable she looked right now and how defiant she had been despite her fear not only turned me on like hell but also made me want to keep her around.

I just want to break her. To tame her and see her begging for my cock.

Yes, that had to be. She was entertaining. Nothing more.

I threw the bottle of cream back in the drawer and got on the bed. Katherine was lying with her back to me. I hugged her thinframe and pressed her into me. Just to be sure the crazy kitten wasn’t going to try to escape during the night.

My heart stopped and my cock twitched as she instinctively molded against my body. Was she imagining I was her husband? The mere thought of Chernov’s hands on her made me want to rip his head off.

How many times had that piece of shit fucked her? Had she begged for his cock? Had she acted like a whore for him?

I squeezed her fragile frame, and she let out a soft purr. Electricity rushed through me as she pressed her ass into my crotch. My dick throbbed and jerked, and I had to remind myself I wasn’t going to fuck her.

Not until she begged me to.

I smiled as I remembered the defiance in her gaze as she had provoked me. Katherine moved again, and I pressed my face into her hair and took a deep breath. She smelled like vanilla and jasmine, and my balls tingled as I inhaled her feminine scent.

She will beg. All of them do it in the end. And then I’ll give her the fuck of her life and after that finally get rid of her.

But until then, she was mine.

Only mine.

Chapter Four

Katherine

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