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She was soaking my hand. I hungered to give her what she silently begged me for until she gushed all over me, but I held back.

Not yet.

After years of waiting and wanting, she was finally mine.Onlymine. And I was going to savor every goddamn second of it.

“Yes.” Ayana swallowed. “A few times.”

My thumb pressed against her clit hard enough to elicit an involuntary jerk. Her hips bucked again. “How many times is ‘a few?’” I asked darkly.

“I’m—I’m not sure.” A desperate mewl escaped when I withdrew my finger.

“Guess.” I delivered another slap to her pussy. Her clit throbbed against my palm, and the sweet, musky scent of her arousal thickened in the air.

Fuck, she was wet. My cock pulsed with need.

“Four,” she sobbed. “We kissed four times.”

“Good.” I brushed a stray wisp of hair from her face and brought my mouth next to her ear. “Because that’s how many times I’m going to fuck your brains out in this elevator,srce. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard you won’t remember your own name after, much less how often you’ve kissed another man.”

She shuddered. The hard points of her nipples poked through her dress.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

The knowledge sent a rush of white-hot desire to my groin. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I pushed Ayana’s legs wider with my knee and retrieved a condom from my pocket. I only had one on me, so I had to be creative about those four orgasms, but I was sure I’d think of something.

Once I sheathed myself, I wasted no time plunging inside her. I tugged at the zipper of her dress until the material sagged around her waist, baring her breasts. I lowered my head and feasted on her nipples while I pounded her and drank in the sweet sound of her screams and moans.

The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the elevator. This was the only thing that existed. Being with her enthralled me completely, and I was possessed by the need to drive every other thought out of her mind. To consume her as much as she consumed me.

I closed my teeth around her nipple and tugged. She convulsed around my cock with a gasp. I was so deep inside her I didn’t know where I ended and she began, and it still wasn’t enough.

I raised my head and kissed her again, drinking in her taste. Her desire. Her passion.

I wasn’t used to losing control. Whether in business or sex, I always kept a tight rein on emotions. I approached every negotiating table with the upper hand because I never wanted the deal as much as the other side did. I could easily walk away and not think twice about it.

But with Ayana, there was no walking away. No negotiation. She wasmine, and I would die before I lost her.

“Vuk.” She cried out, her heels digging into my back. She was as ferocious in her lust as I was, and I fucking loved it. Seeing her at the shooting range had been the hottest thing I’d ever encountered—not because of the weapons or those sexy yet impractical heels, but because of her strength and determination. When she wanted something, she went after it. When she failed, she picked herself up and tried again.

There was nothing in the world sexier than that.

“Say my name again,” I growled.

“Vuk.” Ayana’s head fell back against the wall. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me harder. I want—I need to—oh God!” Her cry ripped through me when I thrust into her with fierce abandon. She was shaking, her screams melting into a sob as she buried her face in my neck and rode out the waves of her orgasm.

“Count it.” I slowed my thrusts, not wanting to come too soon. We had so many more orgasms to go. “Count how many times you come for me,srce.”

“One.” She whined in protest when I pulled out of her and set her on the floor.

“Bend over and grab the rail,” I commanded.

She obeyed without hesitation. My cock throbbed again at the luscious sight of her spread wide and soaked from me. The aftermath of her first orgasm slicked her thighs. Her panties were a shredded mess on the floor, and her dress was bunched around her waist, but those boots…fuck. The sleek black leather molded to every curve of her legs, and the heels were sharp enough to kill.