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“What should I call you then?” he murmurs. “Liar? Betrayer?Wife?”

He thrusts again, faster now, his thumb keeping the firm, tight circles on my clit that he knows will push me over the edge, and a dark need fills his face. “You’re going to come for me,wife,” he growls. “Come on the fucking knife you wanted to kill me with. Scream my name, and maybe you can earn this cock one more time before I fucking kill you.”

“You—won’t,” I gasp, defiance in my voice even as I feel the muscles in my thighs starting to tremble, pleasure starting to uncoil through my body. “You can’t?—”

His eyes darken, and he thrusts the knife again, harder. I feel the cool edge of the metal barely touch me, and fear jolts through my body, the knowledge of how close that sharp edge is to my tender flesh. That fear sparks something in me, twining with the pleasure flooding my body in a way that feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and my back bows, my fingers scrabbling at the air as I fight his grip on my wrists.

Konstantin feels the second before I start to come, his body attuned with mine, all of those days and nights we spent together, hours in bed, having molded him to me in a way that I never knew was possible. He lets go of my wrists, as if certain that I won’t fight him when I’m on the brink of my orgasm, and his hand closes around my throat, his thumb pressing against the spot just below my jaw as he pushes me to the very edge.

“Come for me, Valentina,” he growls. “Now.”

My body obeys him, as if it was made to. The pleasure crashes through me, my mouth opening on a cry that’s half scream, half his name, as the pressure on my throat increases, cutting off my air, making my vision swim. An orgasm like nothing else I’ve felt before ripples through me in waves, and Konstantin’s voice echoes in my ringing ears,Come for me, Valentina. Come for me, Valentina.

My name, the way I longed for him to say it. One of the ways, at least.

My body shudders, trapped under his, clenching around the handle of the knife, drenching his fingers, his hand with my arousal. I cry out his name, bucking and writhing, heedless of the blade that’s so close to me as I fight for every ounce of pleasure, my vision narrowing as he pushes me to the edge of unconsciousness.

I hover there as I feel him pull the knife free, and I feel cold metal against my lips.

“Lick it clean,” he snarls. “Like you licked my cock clean, when you looked up at me with those lying fucking eyes,Sophia.Valentina.”

I’m so close to passing out. My lips part, trying to suck in air, and I feel the sharp edge of the blade against them.

“Lick it clean,” he orders, and my tongue flicks out, grazing the cold metal as I taste the metallic tang of it, and the sharp musk of my own arousal.

A groan tears from his lips, a sound that’s nearly pain, of desperate need. He drops the knife with a clatter, his hand going feverishly to the fly of his pants, yanking down the zipper as he palms his cock free and angles himself between my thighs.

“Valentina,” he groans, as he thrusts into me with one hard, swift stroke that sinks him to the hilt, stretching me with an almost painful sensation. Even as wet as I am, it’s a tight fit, his huge cock battering me as he starts to fuck me harder thanhe ever has before, not slowing for even an instant as his hand stays locked around my throat. I’m on the very edge of passing out, and in the back of my mind, I know he’s done this before. He knows how to choke someone without quite letting them slip into unconsciousness, and a shot of jealousy burns through my blood at the thought of him doing this to another woman.

Then I remember who he is, and what he’s done, and that he’s likely learned to do it to keep someone awake while torturing them.

I’m not sure what it says about me that that eases the jealousy in my blood, that I feel a wash of relief.

“Valentina—” he pants my name, a lock of his dark blond hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his eyes dark and wild with lust. “God, you feel so fucking good,fuck—” He sucks in a desperate breath, his hips slamming powerfully into me with every thrust. “Take my fucking cock,volchitsa. Fucking take it?—”

I moan as he slams into me again, his pelvis grinding into my oversensitive clit as his jaw works, and I feel him throb inside of me. He’s close, on the edge of coming, and I feel his muscles tense as he lets go of my throat, snatching the knife up again. I gasp in air, my vision going in and out at the rush of oxygen, and I blink up at him as he thrusts harder, shuddering as he holds the blade to my throat.

“I should fucking kill you,” he gasps. “I should—ohfuck?—”

The knife presses against my throat as I feel him stiffen inside of me, his cock pulsing as the first hot spurts of his cum spurts from him, and for a terrifying moment I think that this is how I’m going to die, with a blade drawn across my throat as the man I love comes inside of me.

That thought—the man I love, fills my head with more clarity than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I feel him thrust into me again, the heat of his cum filling me as he groans my nameand shudders above me, and then the knife is gone and both of his hands are wrapped around my throat, squeezing as he rocks against me. I feel the second orgasm that’s been building as he fucked me crash over me, through me, hear myself cry out his name in a strangled voice as he slams his cock into me one more time… and the entire world goes dark.

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KONSTANTIN

For a moment, I can’t move. I can’t think, the pleasure and rage so all-encompassing that it burns everything else from my mind. The last shocks of my climax are still shuddering through me as I feel her body relax under my hands, her head falling to one side, and I jerk back from her, my cock still pearling with the last drops of cum as I kneel between her thighs.

All I can do is stare at her for a moment. Her eyes are closed, her dark hair a wild tangle around her face, her lips parted and flushed. Her face is pale, her skirt rucked up around her hips, and between her thighs?—

My gaze drops down to her swollen, slick flesh, my cum dripping out of her, and a spasm of lust seizes me again. My chest tightens… and there’s another feeling, too.

One I’m afraid to put a word to, even in my head.

I could kill her now, easily. I could tie her up, restrain her, and keep her here until she wakes up. I need to question her, to find out what’s happening—who sent her, and why. There could be a ticking clock, a reason why she made her move tonight.There could be someone else coming, if she fails to follow through, if she fails to check in.

That’s the thought that spurs me into action, that shakes loose my momentary hesitation and cuts through the warring feelings of rage, and betrayal, and need all tangled together in my chest, pressing down on my lungs, making it feel hard to breathe.