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“The way you looked at me in the library…” He kissed the words into her flesh like brands. “So trusting. So curious. I wanted to bend you over that chair and show you exactly how those Russian words should sound when you scream them.”
A whimper escaped as his hands tightened on her thighs, holding her steady as he worked his mouth higher.
“But this is better.” His teeth found the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gasped. “Now, you’re mine by choice. Every time I make you come apart, you’ll know you asked for it. Begged for it.”
He pressed her thighs wide and looked up at her, the raw hunger in his eyes enough to steal her breath. “No place to run now, little fox.”
“I’m through running,” she whispered and his control evaporated.
He surged forward, taking her with his mouth. Tongue probing as his lips closed around her sensitized clit. She screamed when the pleasure was too much to control, but he didn’t back off. He drank her in, growling and gripping her with bruising force as he demanded another and then another from her.
She lay in a panting puddle of lust, as every nerve ending sizzled with a steady pulse, so rapid her body became a live wire and he became its master. Capturing her mouth in a kiss that tasted like possession and promises, he whispered Russian secrets against her flesh. His hands were everywhere at once, learning the body he’d studied through cameras, claiming what she’d freely given.
“Beautiful.” He growled the word against her throat. “Moya. Mine.”
She arched into him, desperate for every delicious contact, craving the friction, desiring every torturous touch, trusting his teasing would only lead to pleasures beyond her imagination.
He obliged, pressing her damp body against the cool furs, the pelts silky against her fevered skin. His mouth traced a path of fire down her neck, across her collarbone, lower still.
“Say it again.” He commanded between kisses. “Say my name like you did in the water.”
“Hunter.” It came out as a moan.
“Again.”
“Hunter, please...”
He rewarded her with his teeth, just sharp enough to make her gasp. His hands mapped every curve, every hollow, as she writhed and begged. He took his time, thorough and devastating, until she was nothing but wild sensation and raw need.
“Look at me.” He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his molten gaze. “I want to see your eyes when I enter you. I want to watch you break just for me.”
She couldn’t look away. Couldn’t do anything but feel as he took ownership of her body. Every touch was a claim. Every kiss a brand. He was rewriting her at a molecular level, replacing every other memory with just this, just him.
“Please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for anymore. Release? Mercy? Life? “Hunter, I need you inside of me.”
“You beg so pretty.” He punctuated the words with a nudge of his thick cock, showing her just how tight his entry would be. “You’re mine now, Lisichka.”
Her breath pulled deep, filling her lungs as he filled her with his all-encompassing possession. It was vastly different from being with the others. With Hunter, she had to be present. He commanded it, not just with his eyes or the way he held her face insisting she look at him, but with his touch. Every thrust was pure intention. Every gasp driven from a place deep in her soul that never spoke before this moment. Before him.
When the world finally shattered around her, she screamed his name, babbling in tongues just like he’d promised. He held her through it, whispering Russian endearments against her skin, each word of praise sinking into her bones like truth. She never felt so protected in her life.
“Moya.” He breathed the word like a repeated vow. “Mine.”
She could only nod. Her mind was beyond words, beyond thought. He redefined her, as promised.
“No going back now, Lisichka.”
An agreeable hum was all she could manage.
“You’ll never be rid of me. Never stop feeling my hands, my mouth, my claim on every inch of you.” He kissed her again, softer now but no less possessive. “This is just the beginning, little fox. Now that I’ve tasted you, that hunger will never go away.”
His promise should have terrified her. Instead, it filled her with an unfamiliar sense of security she had no comparison for. He would devour her, again and again, but he’d also protect her from any enemy. She was his now, and that meant no one—save his brothers—could lay a hand on her.
Chapter 18
A Glass Cage
As the men worked on their plans and preparation, Marigold explored the many hidden rooms of the lodge. She toured a wing she’d never visited before and discovered a stunning solarium.
