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My muscles quivered after he had delivered the most intense sex of my life. The best sex of my life. And it happened with a criminal. Though my pussy didn’t discriminate. And at this very moment, neither did my brain because I liked the way he felt inside me.

Somehow it didn’t surprise me that Alexei fucked rough. I should be freaking out that I went so far with a complete stranger, and in a damn sex club, but the only thing I could muster the energy for was to lean back into him.

Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes lingered on his lips. I wanted to taste him. Trace his mouth with my tongue. His scar didn’t repel me. In fact, it added to his appeal.

My heart thundered and suddenly, heat shot straight to my core. Again. He just fucked the living daylights out of me, and I was ready for round two. He smelled so good, his muscles hard against my back.

My pulse rang in my ear, desire fluttering through my veins. I barely shifted an inch backwards, the pull strong. I needed more. So much more from him.

Something flashed through his eyes as I leaned further back, barely another inch.

“No kissing.” His voice, deep and guttural, shattered the moment, freezing my heart and soul. He certainly knew how to make a woman feel cheap.

I held my breath. He was still inside me, but he might as well be on another planet. I didn’t care to ponder why the rejection bothered me. It wasn’t as if I cared about the man. I didn’t even particularly like him.

Something wet slid down my inner thigh and the fire in my veins turned to ice. We had unprotected sex.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I lost my head and let him fuck me without a condom. I hadneverhad sex without a condom. Ever. Regardless that I was on the pill.

My whole body tensed, which he must have felt because his eyes searched out mine.

“Please tell me you’re clean,” I hissed under my breath. “You didn’t use a condom.”

God, I was such an idiot. How could I let it get so far?

“Don’t worry, kroshka.” His gaze darkened, and I couldn’t tell whether it was in anger or something else. “I’m clean.”

ChapterTwenty

ALEXEI

Igritted my teeth.

Aurora was the hottest woman I had ever seen or touched. High, smooth cheekbones, dark eyelashes, pouty mouth. Her scent was my own personal flavor of heaven. And the way her eyes hazed over and her olive toned skin flushed with desire for me was intoxicating.

It made things move deep in my chest, and I didn’t care to evaluate it.

“Please tell me you’re clean.” It was hard to miss the regret in her voice. “You didn’t use a condom.”

I let out a breath and swept my gaze over her face. I could point out to her that she didn’t ask for a condom either, but I didn’t trust myself not to lose my shit if she came back with another sassy comment.

Besides, that word.Clean. I was anything but clean. No, I didn’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. But I had been used so many times that clean was the worst way to describe me. Physical pain, mental anguish, humiliation, and degradation. Hopelessness.Been there way too many times.

Igor was always willing, I fucking hated it. Though Ivan’s women and men seemed to prefer blue eyes to Igor’s dark pools.

The memories left an acrid taste in my mouth.

“Don’t worry, kroshka,” I told her, keeping my voice icy. “I’m clean.”

Anger flashed in her dark eyes, and it hit me all wrong. I knew it was me that ruined the moment the second I uttered the words.

No kissing.

It was the only hard rule I had when it came to sex. I hadn’t experienced kissing in twenty years and just the memory of the last kiss had bile rising in my throat. It took years to undo the damage the abuse under Ivan caused, now when I had sex, it was my choice, and just for the release.

I hated the feeling of being pulled back into time, but as of lately, it seemed I couldn’t escape the past, and it was doing its damndest to catch up with me. The memory slammed into me like a hurricane against the shores.