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“Show him how you look having the pleasure he never could give it to you,” he grunted.

God, everything he was doing to me threw me over the edge. I clawed at the table as wildfire engulfed my entire being. I looked into Ivan’s eyes while chanting Dimitry’s name, the disgust, humiliation, and anger so visibly painted on my husband’s face making everything hotter.

I could feel Dimitry’s cock swelling and pulsing, and my mind shut off as he growled and filled me up. The warmth of his cum rushed through me, crashing against the aftershocks of my orgasm and making every cell of my body buzz.

“Oh, fuck!” I whimpered. “God, this was the best sex of my life,” I mewled.

My legs trembled, and I went limp. Dimitry pulled out, but I didn’t move, remaining draped over the table, barely able to breathe. Damn, I knew Dimitry was amazing, but I was more exhausted than I’d ever been. Moans and groans echoed in the room, so I assumed the other men reached their climaxes.

I looked at Ivan. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him in such a ruined state, and I couldn’t hold back my grin. The fucking asshole deserved everything. At least now he had reasons to call me a whore.

There was only one thing I needed to do.

Divorce him.

Chapter Fifteen

Dimitry

Tension coiled tight inside me, twisting in ways I hadn’t felt before. Fuck, this was the hottest thing I’d ever done. She had been unbelievable. And watching the lust in the other pachans’ eyes while knowing none of them would ever get to touch her?—?touch what was mine?—?sent a raw thrill coursing through me.

The bastard she’d married looked like he’d been fucked in the ass without lube. I didn’t even bother hiding my disdain when our eyes met for the briefest moment.

Katherine moaned and squirmed against me, and I quickly helped her to her feet. My heart raced as she instinctively clung to me, melting into my arms. I couldn’t resist pulling her closer, kissing her.

Maybe it wasn’t smart to show everyone just how dear she was to me, but the damage was already done. They weren’t stupid. They could see it. She wasn’t a plaything or some temporary indulgence. The shock on their faces earlier when she’d plopped herself in my lap and kissed me had made that much obvious.

And that’s fine. Let them know she’s mine.

Katherine leaned into me, her eyes locking onto Ivan. Her voice was ice as she told him, “I want a divorce.”

I fought the urge to grin like an idiot. I’d thought making her a widow would be faster, but since she’d made it clear she didn’t want him dead, not yet, anyway, I’d shelved that idea. For now.

Chernov frowned, his gaze darting between us. It wasn’t lust I saw in his eyes when he looked at Katya, but fuck, I still wanted to kick his teeth in for letting his filthy gaze linger on her at all.

“No,” Ivan said, leaning back arrogantly in his chair.

My brow shot up. This fucking idiot was begging to die. What did he think he’d gain by refusing? Some scrap of self-respect?

Katya snorted, her whole demeanor shifting. The kitten was pissed.

“You will, Ivan,” she said sharply. “It doesn’t even benefit you for us to stay married.”

I glanced at her as she straightened, reminding me of the moment we’d first met. Except now, her voice dripped with a hint of anger and hate I’d never heard from her before.

“No, Katherine,” he sneered. “I’m not signing shit. And it does benefit me. How long do you think your father will last? The fossil’s already in his late fifties. As your husband, I have rights to the Romanov bratva. I get it, you’re Zaytsev’s pet now, so you’re untouchable. But your father isn’t. And neither is your bratva. I’ll make them suffer for your actions.”

Before I could react, Katherine launched herself at him, cursing and throwing threats. I caught her, holding her back. I didn’t want her to put herself in any kind of danger. That idiot knew that if he so much as laid a finger on her, he wouldn’t leave here alive, but I still didn’t want to take the risk.

“Dimitry!” she hissed, glaring up at me.

She didn’t claw my face off, so I took that as a small win. But I’d never seen her this furious, and it made the air cracklewith electricity. The other pachans glanced between us and Ivan, their interest piqued.

I knew what I should do?—?act like I didn’t care, like this little spat over a divorce wasn’t worth my attention. But I couldn’t. Not when she looked at me like that.

Ivan stood up, grinning smugly.

“Well, I think this is over. I’ve got the message, Zaytsev. She’s your plaything now, so keep her. I don’t give a shit. I’m never going to mess with you or your territory again. But I’ll be expanding into Romanov’s. Your old man won’t last five minutes under pressure, and we both know it, Katherine. That’s why he arranged this marriage in the first place, isn’t it? Your money, my muscle.”

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