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Ohmygod, ohmygod...

My thighs widen, quivering as I hover right on the brink. My muscles are tight, crying for release. If he would just add a little pressure, just a little harder. Then he stops. Just stops.

My body is on fire, my ass cheeks throb, and the ache between my legs intensifies with every second that passes. I wriggle against his thigh trying to create friction, and I feel his rock-hard erection dig into my side.

"Beg for it."

Huh?... Beg?... What?

"If you want to come, beg me for it," he repeats in a low, sultry tone that is dangerously captivating.

Fuuuck.

"Uh...um...p-please. Please can I come?"

But he doesn't move. He remains still. Argh!

"Sir. Please can I come, sir?"

I spread my thighs wider hoping to urge him on, and it works because his light touch resumes, but he strokes only two more times before he pinches my clit—hard.

A sharp stinging pain like a red hot poker makes me cry out in agony before he releases my clit and a sizzle of electricity shoots through my veins like I just bit down on a live wire.

My core tightens and all the blood in my body rushes between my legs. My eyes roll back in my head. My mouth falls open. A wailing cry emerges from deep in my throat as the most intense orgasm of my life consumes me.

The pleasure is so intense I see stars. I lose control completely and feel as though I'm floating on a cloud up in the sky, my body shattered into a million tiny pieces.

My heart pounds as I try to process what is happening, but I have neither the mental nor the physical capacity at the moment to do anything but surrender to absolute bliss.

CHAPTER 4

Viktor

I return to the safe house after the bare-knuckle sparring match, my fists still sore from the force of my blows. The skin is split. Dried blood stains my hands. I barely notice. My mind is occupied with thoughts of her. Natalia.

Stubborn. Defiant. Refusing to yield.

She doesn’t know that I’m the only thing standing between her and a shallow grave.

Each defiant glare, every snarled curse, drives me to new extremes. I want—no, need—to dominate her. That insolent spirit sparks something inside me, a need to make her submit.

She’s different.

I’ve played games with other women. High-priced call girls, girls from the club. But tonight, the sight of Natalia bound and helpless, draped over my knee, her naked ass at my mercy, stirred something foreign in me. A new compulsion. An urge to shelter rather than shatter. To protect rather than exploit.

And I went too far.

It was supposed to be a punishment and I meant to use my belt to deliver it, not my hand. I intended to teach her a lesson and to inflict only pain, not pleasure.

But when I saw the smooth globes of her plump, unmarred ass in my face coupled with the arousal drenching her glistening pussy lips, I lost control.

Lost fucking control. I’ve never lost control before.

I recall her body arching, her ass reddened with my palm prints quivering as I brought her to orgasm. The way she gasped and trembled at my touch. The little mews she made. I knew she’d respond to me, despite her anger. I saw the telling flush on her cheeks, the curiosity and surprise in her eyes.

I left her sleeping hours ago, so worn out she could barely hold her eyes open.

I should end this. Kill her now. Exactly as I was supposed to.

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