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His annoyed growl should have probably frightened me, but at that point, I was probably as crazy as him because it only aroused me even more. I spasmed against him as I rode out the waves of my release, my entire being buzzing alive.

Dimitry grabbed my hair and pulled hard, angling my head enough for me to see him. Yeah, he was pissed off, and that brought me some form of satisfaction.

I had no idea how this man was making me feel so many crazy things, but fuck it, he could have killed me right then and there and I would be delighted to know I’d provoked him so much.

“You did it on purpose, you little slut.”

My pussy clenched instinctively around his fingers. Ivan had tried to call me names in bed, but it didn’t arouse me. But now, hearing those words from Dimitry turned me on like hell.

What the fuck is wrong with me? How does he have such an effect on me?

My heart thumped wildly as he tightened his hold on my hair while he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I could smell my desire and pleasure as he brought them to my face.

“It wasn’t that pathetic piece of shit you married who made you feel like this, kitten. I did.”

I moaned as he pressed his digits against my lips. I parted them without even thinking. My pulse quickened and heat colored my cheeks as I sucked on them. I could taste myself on his skin, and that made me feel like a whore. To my complete shock, I loved it.

I looked into his eyes while swirling my tongue around his fingers, and for a fucking damn second, everything around ceased to exist.

I no longer had an idea what I felt or what I was doing. Just that it felt good. It was as if I was surrendering into a state of blissful submission, and for a moment, I stopped worrying, fighting, or thinking.

I just enjoyed it.

The tension left my body as I sucked on his fingers. My pussy ached as I fantasized about how it would feel to be his cock instead in my mouth. If he knew to use it half as good as he used his hands, it would probably be the best fuck of my life.

No … Ivan … I’m married … Fuck! C’mon, Katherine, have some self-respect!

I released his fingers and looked away. He allowed me to. Dimitry brushed his lips against my neck, and I closed my eyes, scolding myself for showing any sign of weakness to him. Aspasm of pleasure danced through me as he dragged his tongue along my throat and chin.

“You’re mine, crazy kitten. And one way or another, I’m going to tame you. And after that…”

After that what? Give me back to my husband if he grovels? Kill me?

He didn’t finish the sentence, and I wasn’t sure I actually wanted him to do it, either. He released me and got off of the bed without another word.

Chapter Five

Dimitry

“She’s Romanov’s daughter!?”

Sergei swallowed hard, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He’d told me he informed Chernov that Katherine was with me. The bastard not only sent a message back, saying he didn’t care about the “whore,” but also killed the man who delivered him the news.

Part of me thought I should respect him for that. Especially given how badly things had ended for my father when he’d let his emotions take over.

My father had been head over heels in love with my mother. When she got caught in a war between him and a rival bratva pachan, he’d sacrificed everything to save her. And it still hadn’t been enough.

That pachan had killed them both, and at nineteen, I was the one left to avenge them and reclaim our territory. I learned one thing that day: never be so foolish as to fall in love and let someone use your emotions against you.

But now… there was no respect to be had for this piece of trash.

That pathetic excuse for a man was lucky enough to have Katherine as his wife, yet instead of protecting her, he threw her away like garbage. He called her a “whore.”

I wanted to break his neck just for that.

And my stupid, crazy kitten had the nerve to scream his name just to annoy me. I sniffed my fingers. I’d taken a bath earlier, but damn if her scent didn’t still cling to me. Made me want her even more. I’d nearly come when she’d moaned, “Please.”

I could see the constant battle playing out on her face. I knew Katherine craved me, but she was too proud to admit it and still trying to stay loyal to that idiot.

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