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“I…” She cleared her throat. “I… um…”

I frowned, looking at the pinkish cream that spread on her thighs. It looked…

Good.

I’d done that. She was my virgin that I’d enjoyed. She’d given me that gift. Although I’d taken charge, she hadn’t protested. Not for a single second did she try to deny or mask her desire for me.

She’d wanted it.

Wanted me.

And given how badly she was determined to tell me, her father, and the Avilov Family that she didnotwant to be married to Lev Avilov, that meant something.

In a way, Nadia had chosenme.

Her body sang with mine.

And I wasn’t sure this “job” would be as easy as I thought.

Naked and letting her see the evidence of what we’d done on my cock, I retrieved my knife and walked around her. She remained bent over, her wrists locked together, her delectable, reddened ass up in the air.

I tuned out this gnawing need to fuck her again and cut off the bindings on her hands.

She wasn’t running now. She couldn’t.

Her legs quivered and shook. She trembled and hissed in pain as she tried to stand, but all the while, that look of hard-earned bliss, the glory of coming, stayed etched on her pretty face.

“Maxim…” She still couldn’t string many words together. Hearing her utter my name so sexily like that, helpless and tired, it hit me hard.

“Shh.” I held her up, then scooped her fully into my arms to bring her to the bed.

I hadn’t known she was actually a virgin. Maybe that was my first mistake.No. Underestimating her desire to run was. Now, in hindsight, I realized that maybe she was shocked, suspended in disbelief with how she’d lost her virginity. But I wasn’t too much of an ass to care for her now.

After setting her on the bed, I sought a washcloth to clean her up. She was already half asleep by the time I wiped away all the blood and cum.

I returned to her, pulling on dry clothes some other vacationer must have left behind in this vacant and seemingly abandonedrental unit. The shirt was too tight and the pants were too baggy, but they fit. It was good enough for me to join her on the bed.

As I watched her sleep, I debated between tying her up again or trusting her. In the end, I gave in and zip-tied her wrist to mine.

If she had any plans to take off, I’d know.

But as I slowly crept closer to falling asleep, I started to wish that she simply wouldn’t want to.

That I wasn’t the only one who wanted the other.

Maybe… for good.

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NADIA

As soon as I woke up, one thing registered.

My nudity. I’d fallen asleep without anything on, and that wasn’t the norm. Then again, nothing felt normal or ordinary anymore. How could it? Rushing across the world. Losing my virginity…

I lay there on the bed without moving or opening my eyes. I came more aware, more alert, and with this increasing consciousness, I noticed the differences. The ache between my legs. The tingling sensation of phantom heat where Maxim had smacked my ass.

I mentally cringed, instantly reminded of how good it felt, how wild it made me for more. How much it turned me on like the filthy slut he’d taunted me to be.

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