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“Let it go, zayka. Don’t be shy. Be who you are.”

She continues to hump my hand, reveling in the burn, the stretch, the savage pace. She lets out an animalistic sound.

“Ungh. Fuckk, Pavel. I need your….”

I pump harder, knuckles battering her cunt, thrusts so fierce her hips lift off the bed.

“What do you need, zayka? Tell me.”

“Ungh, fuckkkk. I need your cock inside of me, now!” She whimpers.

I take out my fingers from inside of her as she palms my cock through my jeans. I unzip my pants taking out my dick.It’s thickand rigid. I am stroking it slowly, just showing her control, not fucking her yet.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

“Yes, Pavel. Put your gorgeous cock inside of me. Right now! I cannot wait anymore!! Ahhh, Paaaaveeel!!!! This is pure torture, you asshole!”

“Don’t worry,” I tell her, leaning in just enough for her to feel my breath. “I’ll make you beg for it soon enough.”

I get up from the bed. Leaving her as she is. I want nothing more than to plummet myself deep into her. But no, she is too sure of herself. She needs to learn her place. Two shall play this game. She doesn’t say a word; I can see her pulse pound visibly at her throat.

I pull back, reaching for a towel on the nightstand, wiping herself off with a slow, unhurried ease.

“Get some rest, zayka,” I say, watching her from the corner of my eye. “We’ll try again in the morning, and maybe I will let you have my cock then?”

Still, she doesn’t speak. She buries herself in the covers, her body rigid, her mind racing. Then suddenly, she gets up from my bed, naked as she is, and leaves the room. Slamming the door hard. Poor little bunny.

I know the truth. She won’t be sleeping tonight. Not at all. She wants that cock of mine. He wants her, too. Just not right now.

This isn’t a submission. This is war.

Chapter 6

Anya

I wake up to the sound of silence. The room is dark, the only light filtering in through the heavy drapes that shroud the floor-to-ceiling windows. For a moment, I'm disoriented, unsure where I am or how I got here. Then the memories of the previous night flood back: the opulent penthouse, the encounter with Pavel, the lingering taste of his kiss on my skin.

I sit up in bed, my gaze sweeping over the luxurious surroundings.

I lie flat on my back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying not to think about last night. But the memories keep coming, vivid and unwelcome. The way Pavel had watched me, the intensity in his gaze, the way he'd touched me... I shudder involuntarily, the phantom sensation of his hands on my skin still lingering.

I need to get a grip. Dwelling on what happened won't change anything. I have a mission, a purpose. I need to find out what happened to Vadim, and Pavel is the key.

I need a plan.

I stand up and walk over to the window, peering out at the cityscape below. The sun is just starting to rise, casting a golden glow over the buildings. It's a beautiful sight, but I barely register it. My mind is racing, and I am already formulating a strategy.

Pavel is a predator, a master manipulator. He knows what he's doing, and he played me like a fiddle.

I can probably make him believe that I'm falling for him, that I'm willing to do whatever he wants. And then, when he least expects it, I can strike.

I step into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my body. The heat soothes my aching muscles, and the water washes away the sweat and grime of the night before.

As I stand under the spray, I close my eyes and imagine myself confronting Pavel about Dmitri. I see myself standing tall, my voice firm and unwavering. He is probably looking for information from me, but he didn’t say anything yet. That leads me to believe that he does not have a clear plan.

I see my brother’s smile and his kind eyes. The light that ignited his irises and reminded me of our childhood together. He always managed to keep me sane in the midst of the darkness.

“I will avenge you, brother.” My heart shrinks when I think of him, and a tear escapes my eye.

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