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Dimitry teased my clit a few more times before resuming his attack on my ass.

I shuddered every time he landed a rough, hard hit. With each new slap, he dragged me toward the edge, and I could no longer hold back my moans.

Fuck, no, this couldn’t be possible. This should be the fear, and my body was confused. That was the only explanation I was going to accept.

I tightened my hold on the table edge as I whimpered and thrashed at each spank. It took my brain a few seconds to realize he was no longer pinning me down. Yet, I didn’t move away, andthe embarrassment of that realization gave me the final nudge over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!”

I cried out as an intense wave of ecstasy coursed through me. My legs buckled, and I writhed as my orgasm rolled along my body. Dimitry landed a few more hits that intensified my burning pleasure, making my toes curl.

Once I stopped spasming, the slaps ceased, too. My brain was still buzzing, and I refused to accept that I had come while being spanked by him in front of his people.

What is this man doing to me?

I let out a weak mewl as Dimitry caressed my burning ass. I clenched, unsure of what he was going to do. Was he going to fuck me now? Was he going to spank me again?

He sank his hand into my hair and yanked me up. As Dimitry turned me around, I tripped on my high heels and braced myself on him in an attempt to not fall. He kept his hold on my hair and wrapped his other arm around my waist, steadying me.

His grip on my body reminded me how powerless I actually was. Under his control. I should be clawing at his face and kicking him, screaming and trying to escape.

Yet, I didn’t put up a fight as he pressed me into him. My palms were on his chest, and I could feel all his muscles jumping under my fingers as I moved them up and down.

I would have liked to say I was trying to push him away, but that wasn’t true, my gesture feeling more like a caress than anything else. He smirked and tightened his hold on my hair.

“I’m going to have so much fun showing your husband and everyone else how his cheating wife is begging for my cock.”

His words awoke the proud bratva wife within me enough to whisper, “That’s never going to happen.”

“But it will. I promise this to you.”

The threat frightened and aroused me at the same time.

I’m fucked.

Chapter Three

Dimitry

She was on my bed, leaning on one side, with her hands handcuffed on one of the bed’s edges. I had ordered Petrov to do that. After the show she had put on, I didn’t trust her enough to only lock her inside the room.

Katherine was still wearing her short black dress, and I let my gaze linger along her long legs. She was no longer wearing her shoes. Petrov had told me she’d tried to stab him with the heels, so he took them and locked them in the wardrobe. I smiled.

Crazy kitten.

Her breathing was equal, and she seemed to be sleeping. I carefully approached her, making sure to not wake her up. Maybe she was pretending. It wouldn’t have surprised me to have her feigning sleep only to attack me again.

Like a little wild cat.

When I had first seen her, my first thought was about fucking her. She was gorgeous. Tall, thin, with big tits, round ass, maddening curves, and long, black hair, she looked like a goddess. And I wanted her.

What had surprised me, though, had been her behavior. Surrounded by my men, she looked as if she was commanding them, not like their captive.

The kitten has an attitude.

She was scared. It was visible in her green eyes despite her attempts to hide it. And proud. So fucking proud. But her fear didn’t stop her from attacking me. Or maybe that was what had pushed her to do it.

I’d had enemies who had been too afraid to attack me directly, and yet she had done it without thinking twice. When she had lashed on me there hadn’t been an ounce of hesitation in her eyes.

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