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I glower at him. “You’re talking tome.Do you want to keep your balls or give them to me as an early wedding present?”

He holds his hands up. “Keep them. Sounds like the best option.”

He hurries away. Hunter twirls me under his arm and pulls me back against him. “God, I love watching you pull a knife on people.”

I drag it up his chest, over the buttons, and watch them pop off. Hunter watches me with so much lust and eagerness in his eyes. I put the flat side against his neck and arch an eyebrow. “Think I can take you?”

“Do you want to try?” Hunter asks.

I grin and move my hand ever so slightly, just for Hunter to grab my wrist, dig his finger into it, between my tendons, so I drop the knife. He spins me and pulls me flush against him, so he’s grinding against my ass with his hand around my throat.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he growls in my ear, low and threatening. “You know I have to punish you for what you did to my shirt and for pulling a knife on me. What kind of mafia boss would I be if I let that go?”

“Punish me then ... if you can,” I dare him.

Hunter drags me to a private room. He slams the door and tosses me on a bed. Before I can get my bearings, he’s on top of me. He shows me the knife he picked up at some point and slices my dress off me. I pant. “Hunt, how can I ...”

“Don’t you worry about the how,” he says before looking over my lingerie. It’s not even close to classy. No one would call it that, but Hunter looks at me as if he can’t get enough, as if he simplyneedsme. “Fucking ... Valerie, I need to marry you faster.”

“I know what you like, Krolik,” I agree.

He rips it off me like a kid on Christmas, so overjoyed and starving for me and he can’t wait the extra seconds it would take to remove the fabric. Then he flips me over, spreads my legs, and licks over my pussy while spanking me. I whimper, moan, and rock back against him.

His tongue knows me far too well. He sucks my clit while spanking me hard. The mix of pleasure and pain makes me dizzy. Just as I’m about to come for him, he stops. I whine. “Hunter!”

“It wouldn’t be a punishment if I didn’t make you whine,” he says, chuckling with another slap to my ass.

Then he’s inside me, big, thick, and fucking perfect. My eyes roll back and I almost come from that alone. Hunter grabs my hair, jerking me up until I’m almost riding him, but he grabs my throat instead and strokes down my body, teasing my nipples.

“What will be worse for you, having your nipples played with, or your clit before I deny you again?” he asks.

“Both,” I pant.

“Liar,” he growls before tightening his hold on my throat and pounding into me like a jackhammer. It’s so damn good, so perfect, so ... my eyes roll back as my core spasms around him. Hunter stops, just stops, with the tip of his cock still inside me.

I huff. “Hunter Volkov, if you don’t fuck me properly, I’m going to do it myself while you watch!”

He laughs and bites my throat hard. I moan and shudder as he swats my clit. “You naughty girl.”

Pushing me down to my elbows, he holds me in place, one firm hand on my upper back as he slams into me again and again. He keeps swatting my ass. “I’m going to have to break you. Going to remind you to be sweet to me.”

“Sweet isn’t what you like,” I say.

“From you I do,” he snarls, stopping again.

It’s torture in the best way. The constant intensity, then nothingness. Never knowing when he’s going to stop, if he’s going to let me come this time, it’s too much. I whimper as he spins me again. My ass hurts.

“Please, Hunter. Please! Hunt. I need to come. I need to come for you. I’m too ... it’s too much! I can’t wait, Hunter, please!”

“God, your begging is so damn good,” he groans, jerking me back against him. “How can I resist?”

“Come with me,” I beg. “I want you to come too!”

He groans and comes down on top of me, his hands on mine, kissing my neck, my chin, then my lips as he fucks meme, thrusting in and out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. He’s everywhere, everything, and I’ve never loved being submissive more than right now.

Hunter groans against my lips, and I come. My eyes flutter and then roll back. “Hunter!”

“Fuck, keep coming, Dorogaya. Even more. Enjoy every second of it,” he orders me while rubbing my clit in fast circles.

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