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Oh God, now he was even more confused. For years, he’d disliked the way he’d looked because of the scar, but this woman… She saw beyond it. She sawhim.

Fuck. Now, what was he to think about her?

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Ananya watched Mihir as he sat in the car, staring outside the window. A frown marked his brow. He’d been silent for a long time now.

Holding his hand in hers, she gave it a light tug. He finally looked at her.

“Are you okay?” she asked him.

He nodded. “I just didn’t expect to see him tonight.”

“He came to create trouble, and I am glad to have given it to him. Better me than you.”

Mihir kissed her hand. “You were amazing.”

“He’s an asshole; he deserved it.” She caressed his cheek. “Mihir, about that bounty on your head… Please, don’t take any risks with your life.”

It terrified her that his life was in danger. No, nothing was going to happen to him.

“I won’t. Thank you for protecting me and ensuring I didn’t create a scandal back there.”

“I am glad to be of help.”

She looked down at their hands. Mihir lifted her wrist to his mouth, scraping his teeth down the soft skin there. She shuddered. His eyes lit up, knowing he was flustering her. He continued to caress her wrist.

She loved the way he touched her, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Her heart warmed with all his attention, craving it and him. God, she was so fucked.

She was still very much in love with Mihir Oshnov. Even imagining a world in which he didn’t live and breathe was impossible. She loved him. She’d never stopped loving him.

However, like a fool, she was hoping for more from him, even when she knew very well that he was incapable of giving her that. Mihir’s finger crept up her arm, and she trembled. She looked up, and her gaze locked with his. Desire sat hot and heavy between them. The very air around them felt charged. There was no way she could deny it. He moved closer at the same time she reached for him.

Her arms wrapped around him just as his mouth captured hers. Pleasure burst through her veins; lust slammed into her gut. She wanted him, badly.

It took her a while to realize the car had stopped moving. He looked as dazed as she felt when she moved away from him. Helping her out of the car, he rushed her up the stairs and into her room, shutting the door behind him. Carrying her in his arms, he dropped her on the bed, stripping her out of her clothes.

“Ochenkrasivo. So beautiful!” His eyes darkened to gold. “I need you, so this time is going to be hard and fast. I’m going to make you mine, Anna.”

Her lips quivered. She was his already. She’d only ever been his. She lifted herself on her elbows watching Mihir quickly shed his clothes. The sight of seeing him naked never got old. He was gorgeous. Stunning. She appreciated every bit of him. Before she could take a breath, he shifted her to her stomach, adjusting her on her hands and knees so he was positioned behind her.

He ran a finger down her core, finding her wet, her body already begging for him.

“You’re always so ready for me,” he rasped, entering her in a swift thrust.

She moaned, loudly, feeling every inch of his hard, thick length.

He nipped her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Her nod gave him the permission he needed to slam inside her, again and again. God, this position was so intense. Her mind started blanking, and the only word escaping her mouth was his name. It was a chant.

“Anna, so…good,” he groaned.

Her breathing turned ragged as he thrust into her, harder, faster. Her body began to hum, her core clenching, as her world narrowed down to him and all the delicious feelings he was invoking inside her.

Mihir leaned forward and pressed a thumb to her nub. That was all it took. Her vision darkened, and she fell and fell as the most intense orgasm overtook her. But Mihir didn’t stop. He pounded into her relentlessly, his strokes faster, stronger. Finally, with a loud roar, he stilled. A long moment later, he curled on the mattress, taking her with him, tucking her back to his chest. He kissed her nape, holding her close, as if he couldn’t let go.

She held onto his arms, unable to break this moment between them. This, right now, was perfect, like it had always been between them.

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