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“Forcing my will upon you?” I chuckle. “That’s not the impression you gave me earlier. You wanted me. You were screaming my name as I thrust my dick into your hot little cunt,” I whisper and watch as heat floods her face. It is obvious my words have the desired effect on her. I lean forward until my lips are against her ear.

“Lev…” She licks her lips but doesn’t tell me to stop this time. The book drops to the bed beside her.

“Did I force you then,Solnishko?” I whisper, running my hand down her body, feeling her shudder. “Do you think I didn't feel how you clung to me? You didn’t want me to stop, Aurora.” Her throat works as she swallows hard. I have no doubt that I will find her moist heat if my fingers trail down to her pussy.

She can’t deny the heat between us…

My lips gently graze the shell of her ear, and when I hear her take a sharp breath, and I’m tempted to seal it with my lips on hers. But I pull back before I throw all caution to the wind. It pleases me to see how Aurora’s eyes have dilated. I can’t ignore my straining erection. I watch Aurora’s eyes drift to my crotch, and her eyes widen. Her hand reaches out, then drops abruptly as I step back.

“We leave for the party at 8:00 pm. It’s better if you allow the stylists get to work on time,” I tell her before I turn to leave the room. I smirk when she doesn’t put up a protest as I walk out of her door. Ludis isn’t at the entrance anymore, but the stylists are hovering outside.

“Give her your best,” I tell them as I walk down the hallway. Not that Aurora needs stylists to be radiant. My littleSolnishkolooks best when she’s naked and screaming my name.

CHAPTER FOUR

Aurora

“You look beautiful, ma’am,” the stylist says with a bright smile. Although she has been pleasant all through the afternoon, I can’t bring myself to share her excitement. Not after Lev showed me how helpless I am to him again.

How can he order me to go to a party with him?

What do you expect, Aurora?

You’re the trophy wife.

He bought you and now he wants to show you off.

Another wave of sadness washes over me knowing that I’ll never mean anything else to Lev. I glance at the blue strapless dress I’m wearing. Everything about it screams luxury. I have to admit that aside from the simple dress being beautiful and exquisite, I love the texture of the material against my skin. It’s like smooth fingertips exploring—

I shake my head. This has got to stop.

The stylists have spent at least an hour getting me ready for Lev’s fancy party. No part of my body has been left unattended. I wonder what I must look like now. As though she can read my thoughts, the head stylist guides me to the full-length mirror at the edge of my dressing room.

“Go ahead. Take a look.” She’s beaming as she speaks.

I want to tell her that how I look is the least of my concern at the moment, but before I can open my mouth to say anything, I catch sight of myself.

I gasp in surprise at seeing the person staring back at me. The woman I’m looking at wouldn’t be out of place on the cover of a fashion magazine. Subtle makeup has been artfully applied to highlight my eyes and full lips. My hair tumbles down my shoulder in dark waves that are offset by the silver satin of my floor-length evening dress. As it moves, it shimmers like liquid mercury, shimmering over my curves.

Holy shit, is that me?

“Do you like it, ma’am?” I can hear the hope in her questions. As much as I hate being dragged to the party, I realize I can’t take my anger out on the stylists. They’re just doing their job, giving me their best.

I muster up a smile. “You did a terrific job. Thank you.”

“Let’s get your shoes on,” she says. “Then you’ll be ready to dance all night.”

I glance at the clock and almost curse when I realize it’s 7:55 pm. Lev will be here any minute.

“Sure,” I tell her as I stand. She sets a pair of beautiful silver heels at my feet. I’m about to step into them when the door opens, and Lev saunters in. I suck in a breath. Not surprisingly, the stylist does too, and for some reason, I want to glare at her.

Jesus, he’s hot.

The sight of him almost makes my mouth go dry. Dressed in a perfectly cut black three-piece suit, I’ve never seen him so formal. Or so damn gorgeous.

I curl my hands into fists as I force away thoughts of that mouth on my skin.

“Excuse us,” Lev’s calm tone brings me back to the present.

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