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“Walk to the bedroom. Get on the bed.” His voice was a gruff command. “On your stomach. Facing the window.”

I turned without a word, walked down the hall into the master bedroom, climbed onto the mattress, and obeyed.

The city lights wrapped around me through the glass. The cold air from the overhead fan kissed my skin, but I was burning inside. I could hear him behind me removing his jacket, undoing the buttons on his shirt, every sound amplifying another notch of anticipation inside me.

I felt him, his hands on my hips firmly, grounding me. He pulled down my panties, sliding them down my legs and letting them fall to the floor. My bra followed.

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, soft and warm.

“This isn’t a punishment,” he murmured against my skin. “This is a reward.You’re going to feel exactly how fucking proud of you I am.”

I sucked in a breath as his hands moved lower, over my thighs, between them, parting me gently. His fingers grazed the slick heat already waiting for him, and he made a quiet, pleased sound in his throat.

“Look at you,” he said roughly. “Soaking wet just from following Daddy’s instructions.”

I bit my lip, eyes fluttering shut.

He slid his hand slowly down my spine, then gently guided me to turn over onto my back. He moved around me, sinking to his knees and then suddenly his head was between my thighs before I knew what was happening.

I jolted at the first swipe of his tongue—warm and firm—licking through the mess he’d already made of me. He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and when his hands gripped my ass to pull me back against his face, I nearly arched clean off the bed.

I moaned, breathless, as he worked me open with his mouth, devouring me like a starving man. Tongue flicking, circling, sucking, until I was shaking and sobbing and clinging to the sheets like they might anchor me to earth.

“You like that?” he rasped, voice dark with heat between my thighs. “You like being my good girl?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”

“Then come for me.”

I did.

Hard.

Everything inside me snapped. My body went rigid. My breath caught. I cried out, throwing my head back as my vision went white-hot and I came all over his tongue.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t fucking stop.

He licked me through every wave of pleasure, drawing it out until I was crying and shaking through one orgasm after the next, until tears streaked down my cheeks.

Finally, he pulled back.

Slowly, he stood, looming over me. His dark eyes burned with a possessive hunger as he watched me sprawled across his sheets, panting, utterly wrecked.

He climbed over me, and I felt him press a kiss to the center of my forehead. Gentle. Possessive.

“You earned that,” he said.

It might have been the adrenaline, or the warmth still blooming inside me, or the way he said it like it meant something deeper than just sex, but I felt my eyes sting.

For the first time in a long time… I feltwanted.

Maybe even loved…

CHAPTER 29

Nikolai

She was still trembling when I pushed myself back up to my feet.