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Dmitri

This woman is going to be my complete ruin.

When I got the call that she was in the club downstairs and there was a man with her, my blood heated. By the time I got down there and saw him actually touching her, my blood boiled.

For the second time in one night, another man had his hands on my wife.

Technically, she’s not my wife yet. But the vows are a formality. Amelia was my wife the moment I set my eyes on her and decided to go through with the marriage.

“What if someone comes in, Dmitri?” She eyes my office door.

“No one would dare,” I promise her as I fist my cock, pulling it free of my pants. Squeezing my shaft to take off some of the pressure, I sigh.

Fuck.

The spanking was a punishment and not just for her. Every time her ass bounced beneath my hand, my cock hardened. Her ass may have felt the blows, but my dick suffered just as much.

Amelia looks down the length of her body, still spread open for me on my desk, and her pretty eyes widen. Pressing the fat head of my cock against the hot, wet entrance of her pussy, I squeeze my shaft again, stroking it slowly.

“Dmitri…” Her words die off as soon as I push into her pussy. She sucks in a sharp breath when I thrust forward.

Fuck, she’s tight.

I clench my jaw, stopping myself from plowing straight into her. I don’t want to hurt her.

Not this time.

Not like this.

“Baby, you have to relax,” I say when her body tenses around me.

“I’m trying.” But she’s not, not really.

Her shoulders are pulled up, her thighs are flexed, and her pussy has a vise grip around me. And it’s that tightness that makes it nearly impossible for me to hold still.

“Breathe, baby.” I reach between us, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her clit in a rhythmic circle. “Just breathe. You’re going to take all of me.”

She swallows again, and her eyes are already glassing over with arousal. Her bottom lip tucks between her teeth.

If I could spend an eternity in one place, this would be it. She’s perfect. So hot and wet and tight and the way her eyes find mine when her arousal peaks, it’s almost too much for a man to have to bear.

Slowly, I push forward. Inch by inch I ease into her. As I watch her pussy swallow my cock, stretching around my shaft, my ache for her worsens.

“Fuck,” I groan, leaning over her and propping myself up on my forearm. “I can’t hold back, baby.”

She spreads her legs further for me, sucking me inside.

My jaw tightens. This woman is trying to kill me. It would be the best death.

Sliding my hand down her right thigh, I slip beneath her knee and lift her leg up higher. Her eyes roll. She wraps her hands around my neck.

“Don’t hold back, Dmitri,” she says and arches her back a little more, sucking my cock further into her tight sheath.

A low growl escapes my chest. She’s my undoing. I drive into her, stopping only once I’m fully seated inside of her.

She cries out, which only fuels my need to bring her back to the edge. I want her screams of pleasure. I want to hear her chant my name when she comes unglued.

And I’m a man who gets what I want.

“Such a good girl.” Moving my arm from the desk to her hip, I hold her down as I drive into her again.

I lean over her body, capturing her mouth beneath mine as she whimpers with need. This isn’t just a fucking. This is a claiming.

This woman is mine.

For now and forever.

“Be a good girl and come for me again. I want to feel you come on my cock.” I twist my hips, angling upward as I increase the pace of my thrusts.

“I—oh, fuck!” She grabs at my shirt, holding me steady as she lifts her ass off the desk, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Yes. Oh, god!”

Releasing her leg, I move my touch to her pussy, finding her clit swollen and wet and waiting for me. Dusting my fingertip over the sensitive spot has her thighs shaking.

“Dmitri!”

Putting more pressure on her clit, I rub in a circular motion. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as she comes unglued beneath me.

Her body trembles. The vibration of her orgasm squeezes my cock, making it damn near impossible not to unleash into her. I’m lost in the beauty of her release; it’s this distraction that holds me back.

Only when the last wave of her pleasure has receded, do I grab hold of her hips. She flashes me a look filled with sated contentment and presses the heels of her feet into the desk, lifting her body up to meet mine as I pump into her.

“Fuck,” I groan, driving harder into her, thrusting faster and faster until the pressure building inside of me becomes too much.

Pounding into her once more, electricity zips down my spine. An animalistic roar takes over as my cock unleashes deep inside of her and the unadulterated pleasure of it blinds me.

Catching my breath, I fall forward, bracing myself on my forearm to keep from squashing her into my desk. Whatever papers and miscellaneous items I had on my desktop moments ago are gone, thrown to the floor.

Once my breathing is back under control and the sparks have finally left my vision, I gaze down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen. From my kiss or her biting them?

When I heard from the attorney what Lucas had done with his estate, I’d briefly entertained the notion of letting her off the hook. I figured I’d let her back out, take the smaller number of shares, and we could both go our own ways.

Now, looking down at her, having the warmth of her body against mine, I’m never letting her go.

No matter the benefit or the danger.

She is mine.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers, like she knows she’s ruining a moment but can’t help herself.

“We definitely should have.” I kiss the corner of her mouth and slide out of her.

My cock immediately feels the loss of her warmth, but I console myself with the vision of my cum leaking out of her pussy.

An urge to swipe it up with my finger and shove it back inside where it can do its work overtakes me, but I fight it back. Once I have my name attached to hers, then I will pump a baby into her.

Fuck. Just the thought of her belly swelling with my child inside makes my cock hard again. I tug my slacks back on and zip before she has a chance to see how much I want her again.

I help her off the desk, delighting in the new blush that creeps up her neck when she takes notice of the mess left behind.

“Someone’s going to see that,” she mutters and scurries across the room toward the adjoining bathroom, stopping only to scoop up her clothing.

I finish buckling my belt and straitening my own clothes before she gets back, carrying a towel.

She shoots me a heated glare as she wipes the mess already drying on the desktop. If I hadn’t seen her come completely undone only minutes before, I might think she’s actually annoyed.

“Look.” She comes back from the bathroom after depositing the dirty towel and puts her hands on her hips. “I know it will take a miracle to get a judge to change the will, and I know you’d benefit from our marriage.”

“All right?” I lean back against my desk, folding my arms over my chest.

I’m not going to take whatever deal she’s concocted in that pretty head of hers, but hearing her out won’t hurt. It might be enlightening.

“If I agree to marry you, can you agree that it’s in name only? You’ll live your life, and I’ll live mine? Maybe we can even divorce if one of us finds someone they’d actually like to be married to?”

A storm of rage floods me at her last statement. Someone she’d actually like to be married to?

“No.” It’s not enough, the weight of my voice as I answer.

But if I expand, I’m likely to say something that will anger her, or hurt her, and for the moment she’s being slightly cooperative.

“That’s it? Just no? No counteroffer?” She’s trying to keep her voice level, and it’s not working all that well.

“This isn’t a marriage in name only, Amelia. You’ll be my wife, not just for a little while, but forever. There will be no other men. No separate life. None of that. You and I will be married, and that’s final.”

She pinches her lips together in frustration, but I can see in her eyes she’s already accepted her fate. Having her freedom would mean losing the foundation, and she won’t do that.

“See. I knew we shouldn’t have done that.” She jerks a pointed finger at the desk.

I laugh. “That changed nothing. You were always going to be my wife.” I push off the desk. “And now that you’re finally understanding that, we can focus on the next thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Moving you out of your apartment and into my home.”

She starts to argue, but then snaps her mouth shut.

“Good girl.” I wink. “You’re learning already.”