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No one but him has ever touched me here before, and right now, I don’t care that he’s a monstrous villain. Every thrust of his tongue over my clit pushes me higher into the arms of pleasure and over the edge of reason into madness.

I find myself writhing against his face, allowing the scruff of his beard to scratch my skin, and I squeeze his shoulders again when I come.

I come differently to the last time. Most likely because he’s giving me his tongue and not using his fingers. Last time was nothing in comparison to this, and all I can think of as the waves of pleasure crash through me is what his cock will feel like when he’s inside me.

For a moment, I lose myself and give in to it, give in to him.

I allow myself to be the prey and let the predator take me over.

Mikhail eats out my pussy, drinking every last drop of my arousal, and when he’s done, he straightens and catches my face, shattering the moment.

“Malyshka,” he whispers the exotic endearment he’s christened me and leans close to my ear. “I told you not to fuck with me. If you hope to survive being married to me and want to keepcertainpeople alive, you’ll do what you need to, to please me and not piss me off.”

A menacing smile taints any beauty in his features, reminding me Mikhail Dmitriyev hasn’t stopped being my enemy and never will. And on top of that, he just threatened José’s life.

What have I done?

Now I really have something to worry about.

“We will finish this later,” he promises.

I watch the monster bend down to retrieve my panties. He shocks me further by sniffing them. He then pockets my panties and walks away, leaving me again.

Shaking from the inside out.

12

Mikhail

As Eric Markov walks into my office, I force my mind back to reality and stop thinking of the woman I’ve been trying for the last few hours to get out of my head.

I managed to tamp down my rage yesterday by staying away.

I worked late to finish up the paperwork and prepare everything in advance for the week ahead, but I didn’t need to. As much as I wanted to bury my cock deep inside the princess, I was in that place again where I needed to shake off the shit and cool off.

I was doing a good job until I tasted her sweet pussy.

The taste of her is still in my mouth, and I don’t want it to go.

Eric’s presence is important, but I’m so hyped up on lust for my wife-to-be that I can’t think straight.

A quizzical smile settles on Eric’s face when he looks at me, and I push the last thoughts of Adriana Alvarez out of my mind.

This man is my last ace. He offers the kind of help no one else will be able to give me to solve the rest of this mystery to protect my family and legacy.

We met a few years back just after he’d joined the Bratva. It’s always good to see him because we get on so well. It could have to do with the fact that we hold the same positions in our brotherhoods, or that our temperament is quite similar. He, however, has a more lackadaisical approach to life that I lack.

I’m always serious. Always. With a brother like Ivan, I’ve had to be.

Eric is from the Voirik, who are based in L.A. There are five brotherhoods in the States that have had a longstanding alliance that goes way back to the early days of the Vory. The Voirik are one of them. His Pakhan, Aiden Romanov, however, has ties to my family that go beyond that because of their logistics company and similar business interests. We both mine diamonds, but we also mine and refine uranium.That’swhat Dmitriyev Ltd specializes in, with the diamond mining activities forming a subsidiary. That’s where we made our fortune.

It’s also where the logistics company comes in handy and why Eric meets with us on a regular basis. Like me, he looks after the money going in and out.

Today, his visit will work in my favor because he’s possibly the only person I can confide my worries in.

“Hello, old friend,” he says, taking the seat before me.

“Hey. Thanks for coming.”