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She laughs, breathless, her pussy clenching, another orgasm building as I fuck her deeper. “Yes. You have to tell me what the connection is. Please!”

I thrust faster, my cock slamming her pussy, her cum a river, her clit throbbing under my thumb. I growl, the pleasure tearing through me, my balls ready to burst. “You’re too slick, printsessa. Are you a mole? Some clan’s bitch digging my grave?”

She screams again, cumming, her pussy gushing, soaking me, her body shaking as I fuck her through it. “Bitch? I’m yours tonight, Nikolai, pussy and all.”

I pull out, slick with her cum, and spin her around. She takes my cock in her mouth eagerly, and I pant, thrusting steady, her lips clenching, her mouth slobbering. “Irina’s not my sin, Katya. Did you ever cross the Bratva before? You playing me for a fool?”

Her moans rise, her mouth taking me fully, her hands gripping the sides of my body, her voice thick. She’s struggling to speak with my cock in her mouth, which I find intoxicating. “You’re lying to me, Nikolai.”

I fuck her mouth harder as if to drown out those words and that accusation, my cock pulsing, her tongue driving me wild, her cum pooling beneath her. “It’s your turn to answer questions, malyshka. Now you are kneeling to me, in case you haven’t noticed. You got a boss? Someone pulling your strings?”

“Boss? Just me, Nikolai, cumming for you.”

I’m close, my cock throbbing in her mouth, her pussy dripping down below, her fingers still circling her clit as if she hasn’t had enough orgasms already. I lose myself, thrusting deep, pleasure blinding. “Do you want my head on a plate?”

She laughs, moaning, her mouth milking me, her cum a flood. “No, not your head? I want your cock, volchok, not your head. Fuck me, cum in me, tell me.”

I explode, cum shooting into her mouth, thick and hot, spilling out, dripping down her chin, pooling on the floor as I thrust through it, her moans pulling every drop.

She grins, breathless, looking up into my eyes. “I’m fucking you, Nikolai, and winning,” she says, and I laugh, our war still burning, hotter than the fire beside us.

Chapter 11

Katya

I knew this would happen. Blame the blizzard. Blame being stuck in this godforsaken cabin with him. Blame Nikolai for looking at me like I’m some wild animal he needs to tame.

He’d claimed me. And I let him.

The memory’s too fresh, imprinted in my head and playing like a fucking record. I hate how it echoes through me, how his touch is still burning under my skin. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I’m here to find Irina, not lose myself to some brute with cruel eyes and rough hands.

Except I did.

And now, he won’t let me forget it. The whole damn day, he’s been strutting around like I handed him a trophy. Tossing smug little comments whenever I so much as glance his way. Everything drips with that mocking undertone, as if I proved something to him last night. Like I gave in just like he said I would.

He’s sharpening a knife by the fire, the metal flashing under the dim cabin lights. His shoulders are bare with scars threading along his skin like angry lines scrawled by the world. I wonder how many of those marks are from fights he started, how many from ones he finished.

“What’s with the staring?” His voice cuts through my thoughts. I didn’t even realize I was looking.

“Staring implies interest.” I cross my arms, hating the way he grins.

“We both know you’ve been interested in me for a long time.”

“Interested in the truth,” I snap. “Interested in knowing why my sister is dead and why you’re connected to it.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You think last night changes that?”

The worst part is he sounds like he’s genuinely asking. Like he can’t comprehend why I’d still be after answers.

“It doesn’t change anything.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” His grin widens. “The point is you broke, Katya. Couldn’t even hold out a day.”

The way he says my name with a mixture of mockery and hunger, and it makes me want to break something. Preferably his jaw.

“Why do you care so much what I thought it was?” I shoot back. “You had your fun. That’s what this is, right? Your little game?”

“My fun?” He sets the knife down and rises to his feet. But he takes his time like he’s trying to get under my skin. “You think I care what you think about a quick fuck?”

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