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Too easy. Too dangerous.
But when she kisses me again, soft and imploring, I surrender completely.
Chapter 13
Kira
the following week
The crystal tumbler slips from his fingers as he drives into me, vodka cascading over my breasts like liquid fire.
“Fuck,” Mikhail growls into my throat, his accent thickening with desire as he watches the clear liquid trace paths down my skin. The cut crystal shatters somewhere on the hardwood floor of his study, but neither of us cares—not when his mouth is already following the vodka's trail, his tongue hot and demanding as it laps at the hollow between my breasts, savoring every drop.
The mahogany desk beneath me is unforgiving, its polished surface cool against my back as he pounds into me with a desperation that borders on violence. His blue eyes blaze with primal hunger, almost feral, as he watches me arch beneath him, my body responding to each thrust. The scent of liquor mingles with the musk of our raw coupling, creating an intoxicating haze that makes my head spin, heightening every sensation, every gasp, every moan as we lose ourselves in this dizzying dance of lust.
My nails dig into Mikhail's shoulders, scraping over the ink embedded in his skin. He's consuming me, stretching me,pounding into me with a force that's bordering on brutal. His cock fills every inch of me, relentless and demanding.
"Eyes on me,kisa," he growls, his voice a ragged rumble as his fingers grip my jaw tightly. "Watch me while you come undone."
I obey, my gaze fixed on his glacial eyes, which transform into a stormy sea, swirling with intensity. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body surging and clenching around his thick shaft with an overwhelming force. A raw, primal sound erupts from his throat, a guttural cry as he explodes, his release flooding deep within me, and I feel his body tremble against mine.
But he doesn't relent. Refuses to pause. His hands move with purpose, repositioning me, pushing me down over the polished wood of the desk. Papers flutter to the ground like autumn leaves caught in a breeze, and a leather portfolio hits the floor with a thud, its contents scattering in a forgotten mess. His slick cock presses insistently against me once more, poised to claim me again with relentless determination.
"Again," he rasps, his voice rough and urgent, as his palm presses firmly between my shoulder blades, guiding me as he enters from behind. "I need—Christ, Kira, I need?—"
This time, everything feels different. The pace is slower and more deliberate. Mikhail's hands, usually so steady, now tremble as they grip my hips with a mixture of intensity and vulnerability. With each measured thrust, I sense something within him breaking open, a flood of emotion pouring out. The careful control he's maintained for weeks is crumbling, exposing something raw and desperate.
"Promise me," he whispers urgently against my ear, his breath hot, uneven, and laced with a plea. "Promise me you'll be careful. That you won't take risks." His voice fractures on the last word, filled with an ache that reverberates through me ashe stills inside me, holding the moment. "I can't lose you,kisa. I can't—I won't survive it." His words hang heavy in the air, a testament to his vulnerability and the depth of his feelings.
The vulnerability in his confession makes my chest tight. I turn my head, catching his gaze over my shoulder. Those beautiful, dangerous eyes are bright with something that looks suspiciously like tears.
"I promise," I breathe, meaning it with every fiber of my being. "I swear to you, Mikhail. I'll be careful."
He closes his eyes, relief washing over his features as he begins to move again. Gentle now, reverent, as if I'm something precious he's afraid to break.
"I love you," he says against my spine, the words muffled but unmistakable. "God help me, I tried not to love you, but I failed."
His confession shatters something inside me, a wall I didn't realize I'd built. Three words I never expected to hear from Mikhail Zhukov's lips. Three words I've been afraid to acknowledge even in the darkest corners of my own mind.
I feel the weight of them settling into my bones as he holds me, his chest pressed against my back, our bodies joined in the most intimate way. His heartbeat thunders against my spine, a wild, untamed rhythm that matches my own.
"Say it again," I whisper, needing to hear it, to know it wasn't just something carried away on a tide of passion.
His lips brush the nape of my neck, sending shivers cascading down my body. "I love you, Kira." Each word is deliberate, carved from stone, and offered like a dangerous gift. "More than I thought possible."
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I push back against him, taking him deeper. This man who was supposed to be my jailer, my punishment—this beautiful, broken creature of violence and tenderness—has somehow become my salvation.
"I love you too," I confess, the words tearing from my throat. They taste like freedom and terror on my tongue.
His arms tighten around me, one hand splaying across my stomach possessively while the other cradles my throat. Not threatening, but claiming. Protecting.
"You weren't supposed to happen," he murmurs, resuming his languid thrusts, each one sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my core. "This arranged marriage was meant to be business, nothing more. But you..." His teeth graze my shoulder. "You've ruined me,kisa."
I reach back, threading my fingers through his dark hair. "Good," I gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside me. "We can be ruined together."
The evening light filtering through the study windows bathes us in amber and gold, transforming sweat-slicked skin into something ethereal. Papers still litter the floor around us, forgotten casualties of our desire. The scent of vodka lingers in the air, mingling with the musk of our bodies.
When he comes this time, it's with my name on his lips—not a curse or a command, but a prayer. I follow him over the edge, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash through me, gentler than before but somehow deeper, more profound.