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“Ugh, it’s too hard, Romy!”
“Da, it is indeed.”
She tosses her hair back and rolls her eyes. “Ha. Ha.”
I let that sass go. I will never forbid her voice. Only discipline her accordingly. No, punish. Sick fuck that I am. Followed by deep aftercare.
“And here…Moya Koroleva, on my throne, you will refer to me as my korona or my Lord, is that understood?”
When she doesn’t respond, I take her by the throat and squeeze. A light constriction, far milder compared to other times.
She digs her nails into my thighs, penetrating even through the fabric, nods, and shrieks, “Understood! My Lord.”
“Horosho devochka.”
“Aren’t you going to move?!” When I tense, she softens her tone and says, “My Lord.”
“Not quite yet, Valya. We must discuss some business first.”
“Business?!” She still gasps when I throb inside her, cock jerking. “Are you upset?”
“Quite the opposite.”
“Then, why have you been…?”
“What, Valya?”
“Tense?”
I shrug the fur coat down below her shoulders, exposing her to the cold air before taking her nipples between my thumb and fingers. Her response is instant. She softens, whimpers, and begs in little whispers for more. Trained so beautifully. Rebirthed so beautifully. At my hand. But…
When she is carrying my heir, that hand has no choice but to adapt. Not necessarily to soften, but to adapt.
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“Sadists don’t change, Valentina. They merely…evolve.”
VALENTINA
It hurts like hell—him not moving. Only stretching all the walls of my cunt.
As he tweaks my nipples, stimulating them while tugging on that invisible tether to my clit, it takes all my willpower not to squirm and writhe. I grip so hard on the fabric of his pants, my hands are white-knuckled.
Roman and I have not gone one day without fucking. Not one day since we began this journey. My spine bristles, my heart shudders at the idea of him pulling away just because I’m carrying his child. Our child.
But it’s inevitable, isn’t it? At some point, he’ll need to leave on his assassin duties. And for the first time, I won’t be able to come. Flight travel isn’t safe enough.
But this place? It brings me to tears. It’s the most beautiful, breathtaking sight I could ever imagine. More than the hot spring with its open ceiling.
This is like something out of a fairy tale. But it alsotestifies to power, power he is proving with us in this position. I’m barely clothed. Vulnerable. He still wears everything.
I just wish he would fucking move. Emphasis on thefucking.
“You know what I am, Valentina Makarova,” he says, dark, low, and silky in my ear. He doesn’t let go of my nipples, but he pauses. “You know I am a sadist and a dom. I have spent years chasing this high, my brain and body both acclimated to such hungers. And you, Moya Samotsvet, have been the only woman who could ever meet all those hungers. And rival them, Valya.”
“Happy to oblige. Can we get to the fucking now?”
Growling low, he fists my hair, yanking my head back so hard, I see stars. I yelp but purse my lips, closing my eyes once, and nod in apology. It reminds me of the time he was praising my body in the bathroom when I bratted, and he spanked me for it. That day seems so far away.
