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“I’ve never been in a hotel like this,” I admit as we walk to our room. “Could never afford it.”

“Now you can.” He unlocks our door and pushes it open to reveal a gorgeous suite. The front room has a couch and TV as well as a fully fleshed out kitchen. But it’s the bedroom that holds my attention.

The bed looks soft enough to sink into. It’s a queen but it doesn’t take up the entire room since the space is so large.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, feeling Viktor step up behind me.

“It really is. It’s our wedding night, Inessa.” His voice drops an octave and I shiver. “I know you’re innocent but you know what will happen?”

“Yes.” My body has been excited for it. There’s a danger to the room with Viktor behind me. He could do anything he wanted to me and I’d be powerless to stop it.

“You know I want to make you mine. Claim you. Fuck you.”

I gasp. “I know.” I don’t dare turn around and look at him and ruin this moment. Excitement courses through me as does a little bit of fear.

Viktor still doesn’t touch me.

And then he speaks. “Take off your wedding dress.”

Chapter Fourteen

Inessa

Mybodytremblesfromhis words.

“I might need help,” I say. He steps closer to me so I can feel the heat coming off his body. Instinctually, I lean back into him.

His fingers find the buttons at the back of my dress and he makes quick work of them and eases my dress open. I gasp when the cool air of the room hits my skin.

He draws his fingers down my bare back. “No bra?”

“Not in this dress.”

“Good.”

I shiver again.

He pushes the straps of my dress down until the gown pools around my waist. Viktor’s breath tickles the back of my neck as he leans down and kisses behind my ear. His hands slip around my waist, covering my entire stomach. He’s so large and powerful and strong.

My body tingles from his touch. I need more.

“Viktor,” I sigh.

“I love how you say my name. So innocent and yet so much desire. What did I do to deserve you?”

“I feel the same way.”

“I’m not a good man, Inessa.”

“You’re good to me.”

“That I am.” His hands trace up my body to my breasts where he cups them. All the air leaves me. My body naturally arches into his hands.

He cups them each. “You have a beautiful body. I haven’t been able to stop dreaming about it for months.”

“I dream about you too.”

“You do?” He nuzzles my neck. “What do you dream about?”

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