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“You want romance?” His eyebrows rise and I want to hit him. In fact, I almost dare. Almost.

“Now, what do you think, Demyan?” I cross my arms. “One would think the order to marry you was the height of romance, and I should swoon at every turn.”

“You—”

“What?” I cut him off, poking and pushing him until he hits the wall. It’s not my strength. It’s the fact I think he’s in total shock. “You were hard done by losing two years of your son’s life? Don’t you think I’m fighting the guilt on that so it doesn’t overwhelm me? The guilt you piled on me. The guilt I deserve. But I mean it when I say I didn’t know you’d want him and you live in a fortress with armed guards, so maybe my brother was right in his warning.”

He stares at me and I’ve knocked the mask off his face, but I’m not done.

“I didn’t know you’d be such a wonderful father. I see how you love him and dote on him, and I’m trying to make up for my crimes by going along with your… your tactics. But maybe something to make me feel desirable wouldn’t go astray.”

I bite my lip.

“Or else just say you want to be a family in appearances only. But you ordered me to come out with you tonight. You chose a dress. You?—”

“And you look fucking hot in it,” he mutters, suddenly snapping back into himself. This time, he stalks me across the room. “I asked if you wanted to come tonight.”

“That was an order.”

“Romance is a lie,” he says. “Something idiotic people play at to get what they want. I prefer to cut to the chase and tell you what I want.”

“Which is?” My heart thumps hard against my ribs as I wait for his answer.

Chapter Twenty-Three

ERIN

He curlshis hand in my hair, pulling down my updo and hauling me in against him. “You, Erin. I fucking want you.”

He kisses me hard. It’s sex dressed up in a kiss and it’s not romantic. It’s hot. It’sburn the world downhot and my panties are drenched as I curl a hand around his hip under his jacket.

Demyan lifts his head. “I want you with my ring on your finger, in my bed, with my name, and if it happens, another child in your belly. That’s what I want.”

I stare up at him, trying to process his words as they race through me, burning down things inside me, heating my blood, filling me with need and lust and a need to belong.

He wants the united family he never had. But is?—

“Fuck me, Erin,” he mutters, pushing down the thin straps of the fitted dress he got me, tugging so my breasts spill out of the confines of the plunging neckline, the silver-blue material giving a little with a hiss. “Stop overthinking.”

And he rips it properly, down the middle, and then pushes the remains off. His hot mouth is on my breast, tugging, sucking, biting down, and it’s a live wire through me. I gasp.

I move my hands to him, wanting his cock, the thickness,the heat, the hard steel, in my palm, inside me. Any way I can get it.

It’s both been too long and our recent tryst has done nothing but fan flames and throw gasoline about. I stroke over him as he turns his attention to my other breast, making me moan, and he lets out a guttural groan, coming back to my mouth, his hand sliding down into my panties, his fingers sliding through my wetness, teasing over my clit as he pushes two fingers inside me, making a ripple of hot and wild desire pulsate through me.

He lifts his head and holds my gaze as he works my pussy, thrusting and sliding, bringing me right to the very edge of orgasm, and then he narrows his eyes and pulls his hand free. Grabbing mine, physically ripping it off him where I’m trying to get into his pants, he lifts it and bites hard on the heel of my hand.

“You are so fucking hot,Lyubimaya. I don’t know if it’s that earthiness you have, the center of… calm, but it draws me, draws men.”

“Are you saying I’m boring?”

He laughs and bites my hand again, pushing me toward the bed. He strips with deliberate, savage moves. “You can think whatever the fuck you want, Erin. I’ve been patient. Giving you space because yeah, I've crossed some big fucking lines here. I’m aware. But we’ve got a kid, and you’re what I want, so deal with it. You think you’re boring, I think you’re a queen. I know what you are.”

“And that is?” My gaze drops over his broad expanse of muscled chest and abs to his thick cock that juts out.

“Mine.”

He leans over me and kisses me in a savage, pagan kiss, one that blooms inside me, and then he grabs me, turns me, and pushes me down so my head and top half are flat on the bed and he hauls me up onto my knees.

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