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He pushes his cock into me as he kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it causes a surge of excitement and desire to spike again.

He thrusts deep inside me and I moan against his mouth.

His cock is massive. It feels like I might be torn apart, but the pleasure is all I can focus on.

He moves back and forth, fucking me, faster and faster, then slowing down again.

I have my arms wrapped around his neck and I’m holding onto him. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. In the cramped space on the back seat there is very little I can do, nowhere I can go—and he is in full control.

I let go of everything and trust him fully, letting him take me—harder and harder—his cock slamming into me as my body jerks with each push, moving beneath him.

He fucks me until I scream as another orgasm rolls through me—and only then does he allow himself to let go as well.

I feel his cock grow rigid inside me—then he shudders against me as he explodes, his cock pulsing with pleasure.

For a moment neither of us moves. All that can be heard is our heavy breathing.

Avraam lifts himself off me, grabs my jaw in his hand and kisses me intensely.

I giggle against his mouth.

Together we climb out of the back of the car and he walks me around to my side, opening the door for me. “I’m not done with you, butterfly,” he grins.

My heart flutters wildly.

I don’t want him to ever be done with me.

Chapter 19 - Avraam

I push my breakfast plate away from myself and sigh with contentment. It’s Saturday and for the first time in a long time, I don’t have anything booked.

Across the table, Ruslana is still enjoying her scrambled egg.

I watch her with fascination, and a tenderness growing in my heart.

What is going to happen when her brothers take her back?

She has become a part of my life—my home feels right with her in it.

I can’t imagine being here without her.

My jaw clenches with worry. There is no point stressing over things that haven’t happened yet. However, I know it’s coming.

I know I will have to face it one day.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I shift my position to drag it out.

I don’t recognize the number.

My stomach knots with tension.

“Hello,” I say, my throat suddenly dry.

“Avraam, my name is Rodion Kuznetsov and I believe you have my sister held captive at your mansion.”

I swallow hard, my eyes on Ruslana.

I don’t want her to know that her brother is on the other side of this call.

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