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S team billows around Megan as she saunters out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Beads of water still cling to her shoulders and legs.

The moment she sees me, she freezes.

“I thought you were gone for the day.” She grabs on to the edge of the towel, tucking it farther in and securing it. If she thinks a little bit of fabric is going to keep me from taking what I want from her, she hasn’t been paying any attention.

“Not yet.” I lean my hip against the dresser, watching her. I spent a good amount of time last night watching her sleep. She was adorable wrapped up in all the blankets, tucking everything up to her chin as though it could ward me off.

Once I fell asleep though, it was a deep sleep. I haven’t slept that good in years. Something which caught me off guard when I woke this morning. I felt completely at ease.

“What do you want?” she demands when I keep silent.

“That’s a lot of attitude for first thing in the morning.” I push off the dresser and stalk toward her. She tightens her hold on the towel. “Did you touch yourself this morning?”

Her jaw drops at my question.

“Isn’t that why you were so upset about me staying with you last night? Because you wanted to take what I wouldn’t give you?” I stop advancing only when the toes of my shoes brush against her bare feet.

“No.” She flings the answer at me like a headstrong brat who’s being called out.

“Remember, no more lies.” I try to harden my expression, but she’s gone and tucked her lip between her teeth.

“Did you pleasure yourself in the shower?” I ask again when she goes silent. It’s better, I suppose, than outright lying.

“No.” She gives a little shake of her head, and water droplets fly from the ends of her hair.

“Did you want to?” I slide my hands into my pockets, letting her think she’s safe from me. At least for the moment.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? I know I do, but you won’t let me go.” She narrows her pretty eyes at me.

“I’m always exactly where I want to be, Megan. Now, answer me.”

“I’m not answering that.” She shoves past me, an attempt at dismissing me.

“Hmm, then I think I have my answer.”

“I need to get dressed; can you go lurk somewhere else?” She tries to wave me off, but I won’t be turned away. Not in my own house, in my own bedroom. Not going to happen.

With quiet, deliberate steps, I make my way across the bedroom to her. She’s standing behind the bed, as though anything could get in my way when I want something. Her eyes never leave me as I stalk toward her. The grip on her towel increases.

When I get to her, she tries to take another step back, but there’s nowhere left for her to go. She’s turned to face me, the bed at her back.

And that fucking towel is still wrapped around her damn body.

“You’re grouchy this morning.” I run the back of my knuckles across her jaw. “Are you always like this when you wake up?”

“When I wake up still a prisoner, yes.” She gives a hard enough nod that small water droplets fly onto my shirt.

“A prisoner of your own doing.” I trail my fingertips over her shoulder, down her bare arm, leaving little goose pimples on her silky skin in my wake.

“I’ve told you everything.” Her voice softens. “I swear, Alexander. I don’t have any other information for you.”

I move my gaze from her flesh to her pretty azure eyes that she tries so hard to keep stoic. It never works; I can see through them.

“I know,” I assure her. I inhale the scent of my soap on her skin, enjoying the bit of spice on her. My scent.

“Then you’ll let me go?” There’s barely any hope in her question.

She’s smarter than that, to think I’d let her just waltz out of here after she’s told me what’s really going on.

I cup her cheek, running my thumb over her bottom lip.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re insane.” It’s so soft, the little insult, it almost sounds intimate.

“Maybe I am.” My brothers will probably think so.

I have the information I need from her. She’s not really a threat to us. Whatever danger she’s gotten herself into with the DeAngelo family is her problem.

Except it’s not. Not anymore.

Brushing her hand away from where the towel is tucked, I grab hold of the material.

“Alexander.” She reaches for my wrist. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?” I chuckle as I pull the end of the towel free and unwrap her like a present brought just for me.

Fuck. My breath washes away with the beauty in front of me. She’s perfect.

“Alexander.” She straightens a little, sucking in her stomach.

“No.” I put my hand on her hip. “Don’t do that.”

Leaning down, I sweep a kiss across her shoulder, then her cheek.

“You’re perfect. Never try to be different.” I toss the towel to the floor at our feet.

I should walk away, leave her alone. It’s what sane man would do. But she’s right. I’m insane. And it’s all her fault.

Picking her up, I toss her onto the bed. She scrambles back a little until she reaches the headboard.

“What are you doing?” Her eyes flicker to my belt as I unbuckle.

“No more punishment, not this morning.” I shove out of my pants and kick them away, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it into the pile before I stare down at her.

Her eyes are completely locked on my cock. I’ve never been so hard for a woman before. It’s painful, being this needy for someone.

The bed dips beneath my weight as I climb onto it with her. Those large eyes of hers finally move up to mine. Her pupils have grown so much, only a sliver of the blue remains.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she says, tilting her head back when I climb over her and bring my mouth just above hers.

“That line was crossed already.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her up to my kiss.

Fuck, she tastes too tempting not to devour all of her.

“You have to let me go sometime, Alexander,” she demands when I break the kiss.

“I’m fucking Alexander Volkov. I don’t have to do anything. The sooner you understand that, the sooner you’ll stop being angry about how unfair you think all of this is.”

Before she can let a smart-ass remark loose, I scoot back and pull her legs until she’s flat on her back. Spreading her legs, I settle between them, already smelling the sweet aroma of her arousal.

“Alexander, no, don’t.” She tries to squeeze her thighs together, to stop me from the gift I want. The woman still doesn’t understand. She’s not going to get away from me, not from my life and certainly not from this bed.

“If you get in my way, I’ll change my mind about punishing you more.” I look up the length of her body to her. “Stay out of my way.”

“But…”

I chuckle. “Stubborn woman. Should I make you spread yourself for me like I did in the yard?”

A sweet pink blush erupts on her chest, exploding up her neck and over her cheeks. Fuck. How can a woman like her have this much innocence inside her. It drives me crazy.

Using my thumbs, I open her pussy lips, exposing the sweet, wet, pink flesh there.

“Soaked already, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” I smile up at her. “Have you been this needy since last night? Since I left you dangling just above an orgasm I never allowed you to have?”

Her jaw tightens and she raises up onto her elbows, glowering down at me. Even with her pretty thighs spread and my mouth a breath away from her pussy, she tries to argue.

“You don’t allow me anything.” She tries so hard to say this lie with conviction. It’s cute.

“I allow everything when it comes to you. Now be a good girl unless you want to go all day with a needy pussy.”

“Your arrogance is astounding. You didn’t affect me at all last night.”

I’ll just have to show her what a liar she is.

I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs tighten, and there’s a small gasp.

It’s not enough. I want more.

Another flick and she moans.

Still not enough.

Sliding two fingers into her tight, hot passage and she drops her head back. When I bend my knuckles and thrust into her, her arms fall away and she’s flat on the bed, her legs opening more for me.

I grin against the warmth of her pussy and increase the pressure of my tongue. Pressing the flat of my tongue against her clit, I lick her, tease her, taste her.

She’s so fucking sweet I could feast on her for days.

Her little moans turn into deep, guttural sounds.

“Such a good girl,” I mutter against her pussy and the vibration of my words makes her arch her hips up to meet my mouth.

Her thighs tighten around my head, and she bucks up to meet my tongue. I increase the pressure, thrust my fingers harder, twisting them and curling them until her chest heaves with urgency.

She’s almost there.

“Good girl. Come for me,” I order her, twisting my fingers more, flicking her clit harder.

Faster.

“Be my good girl,” I say, and her muscles tremble.

So close.

“My sweet, good girl. Come for me.” Her hand dives into my hair, fisting it as she comes unglued.

No burn has ever felt so fucking good.

Her scream is primal as her pussy clenches around my fingers. Moments pass as she comes down from the intensity of her high and I slip my fingers out, licking her arousal from them as I watch her catch her breath.

She starts to turn over, like she’s going to get off the bed.

Sweet thing thinks we’re done.

Not by a long shot.

Grabbing her hips, I push them back into the mattress and blanket her body with mine.

I intend a soft kiss, but once my lips touch hers, I want all of her. Her lips part slightly, just enough for me to sweep past them and let her taste herself on my tongue.

“Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you.” I settle between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.

I don’t wait for her to nod or speak, I just plow into her body. My eyes roll with the intensity of how good her body feels around me.

“Spread your legs more, baby.” I hook my arm under one knee and pull her leg up as I drive into her, chasing a fulfillment I’m not sure will ever come with her.

My balls tighten and I kiss her again and again.

“You’re going to come for me again,” I say against her lips, slowing my thrusts enough to grind my hips into her. She moans.

“I don’t think I can.”

I grin down at her.

“It wasn’t a suggestion. You are going to come for me again.” I slide my hand between our bodies, finding her clit still hard and slick.

Her eyes roll as I tease her clit with the tip of my finger and continue to drive into her. Leaning down, I take a nipple into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue while sucking at the same time.

Another moan, this time deeper.

I thrust harder, needing to be deep inside her. Shifting my position, I let her nipple go, then move to the other, this time taking the bud between my teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathes out. Her body tightens beneath me.

“Come, baby. Come hard for me,” I order, flicking my tongue over her nipple before lifting up more so I can see her. I want to capture her features when her release takes her away.

“I… oh, fuck… Alexander… oh… God…”

Pulling her leg up an inch more, I drive harder, teasing her clit the whole time.

The waves hit, and the ripples of her orgasm clench my cock as she cries out. Enough is enough, I can’t take any more. I thrust harder and faster into her while her orgasm steals her.

Her mouth drops open, her face flush with urgency.

Electric pain zips down my spine as my balls pull tight.

“Fuck,” I groan. A flash of light bursts in the periphery of my vision.

It’s too much, she’s too hot, too wet, too tight.

Too fucking perfect.

My release rips through me and I let out a groan as my jaw clenches.

“Fuck,” I moan again when the intensity finally starts to wane. I fall forward, dropping her leg so I can catch myself on my forearms and not crush her with my weight.

I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Oh God! You’re not wearing a condom!” Frantically, she wiggles beneath me, pushing at my shoulders. As though leaving the warmth of her body now will change anything.

I kiss her forehead.

“Alexander! I’m not on anything!”

She shoves at me, harder than before, but I barely move.

“I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been!” she snaps.

Stupid? My chest tightens as the meaning of her words sinks in.

“We haven’t used protection. Not once.”

Her panic slams into me.

Maybe I should regret it, not being careful. But I don’t. Deep down, inside the pit of me, the idea of her carrying my child doesn’t scare me. It soothes the dark, primal beast inside me.

“Good.” I kiss her cheek.

She freezes.

“Good?” It’s a question, but it comes out as an accusation.

“Yes.” I nod. It’s going to take her a little longer to get used to the idea, but I can give her time.

“No.”

I nod again.

“Yes.”

“Why?” It’s almost a whine, like she just can’t get a handle on me and it’s starting to wear on her.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“Yes.” I slip from her body, watching my cum slide out from between her pussy lips. It’s a thing of beauty.

“You really are insane.” She jumps up from the bed as I reach for my clothes.

“I have meetings in the city most of the day. Do you think you can stay out of trouble while I’m gone?” I buckle my belt, leaving my hands on it while I ask the question.

“No. I think I’ll burn down the place if you don’t let me go home!” She stomps her foot, which makes me chuckle.

“There’s enough staff and guards here that I’m not too afraid of that.” I adjust the collar of my shirt.

“I hate you.”

I smile. “Megan, if that was you hating me,”—I point to the bed—“I never want you to like me.”