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I nside the walk-in closet, Megan stands in front of the full-length mirror when I join her in our bedroom. The guests have finally left, my siblings the last of them.

Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I take her in.

She’s changed out of the Vera Wang dress into a black satin nightgown. Lace trims the neckline and the hem that barely kisses the edge of her ass.

When she turns to the side, inspecting herself, she catches me in the reflection and her cheeks redden.

“I was just trying it on.” She flattens her hands over her stomach. “It’s too nice, I can’t keep it.”

“It’s not going back to the store, so if you don’t wear it, it will just go to waste.” She grew up without excess and without the luxury she deserves. That stops now. I’m going to drape this woman in diamonds, silks, and at night—leather.

She glances back at the mirror. “This is all too much, Alexander. The dress, and now the nightgowns.”

“It’s not enough, but we can argue about it later. I’m not in the mood for it now.” Her nipples pebble beneath the satin fabric and all I can think about now is peeling the damn thing off her to get to them.

“Rurik wasn’t here tonight, at least I don’t remember his name when you were introducing me to people.” She tucks her hair behind her ears, while her toes curl into the lush carpeting.

Is she nervous to be alone with me? After everything we’ve gone through up until today, it’s standing in a nightgown on our wedding night that frightens her?

“No. I spoke with him this afternoon, before you came downstairs. So far, he’s not been able to locate Mira, but he will,” I reassure her. I have a few questions for Mira when he does.

Like how the hell she thought it was okay to leave town and let a man like Marco DeAngelo unleash himself on Megan in her stead.

“She still hasn’t gotten a hold of you?” I don’t need to ask the question, but she’s my wife now. Too many years I watched lies fly back and forth between my parents in their marriage. I won’t have it in mine.

She lets out a little sigh and turns back to the mirror, tugging on the hem. A soft pink blush touches the spot on her neck that gives her away whenever she’s trying to be dishonest.

I relax my features, waiting for whatever lie she seems to be cooking up.

“I have to tell you something.” She faces me, her fingers flexing at her sides. “But before I do, can you promise me that you won’t get all Russian Mafia about it?”

I arch a brow. “How can I promise that when I don’t know what it is you want to tell me?”

“Because I don’t want to lie to you or hide things from you. You’ve made a big sacrifice today, marrying me in order to keep me safe. I want to trust you. Please just promise you won’t order me to be locked away with an armed guard outside my door just because you think it will make me safer.”

Marrying her isn’t the sacrifice she seems to believe it is. This woman was mine the moment I took the cat mask off her at Obsidian.

“I will promise to react with the appropriate amount of Russian Mafia. Does that work for you?” I slide my hands into my front pockets. The benefit of having her phone mirrored to mine is I already know what she wants to show me.

I’d hoped she would tell me on her own, but I expected her to take longer. This show of trust won’t go unrewarded. Throwing her in a locked tower, while appealing in some senses, would serve more to push her away.

After another moment of thought, she heaves a sigh. “I guess I’ll take it.”

I move to the side as she brushes past me and into the bedroom, where she pulls her phone out of the nightstand drawer. Swiping it to life, she brings it back to me and shows me the screen.

I glance at the text message she received hours ago. When it came through on my phone, my immediate reaction was to find her and tie her to my side. But when there was no response from her to the message, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

My bet was right.

“I don’t know if it’s from Marco or not. It didn’t come through from his phone.” She frowns. “Maybe he has a new one.”

I take the phone from her hands and press the side button, powering it down.

“We’ll deal with it tomorrow.” Tossing the device onto the dresser beside me, I focus all my attention on her.

“You’re not worried?” She glances where it landed. “About Marco?”

“Not tonight, I’m not.” Stepping up to her, I lift the thin satin straps of the nightgown and drag them slowly down her arms.

“Oh.” Her cheeks flush and she smiles up at me. Even Marco can’t ruin what I have planned for her tonight.

“You didn’t hide the message from me.” Leaning down, I brush my lips across the soft skin of her shoulder, licking my way to her throat. “Such a good girl.”

A shiver runs through her as I scrape my teeth across the sensitive little spot just under her ear.

“Such a good girl for daddy,” I whisper against her ear.

She moans; it’s a guttural sound, and one I’m sure she would rather be able to hold inside, but I feel her, I see her. My girl is a dirty little slut, and she’s all mine.

“Look at me, Megan. Don’t take your eyes off mine.” Once she is looking in my eyes, I drag the straps even lower until the soft cups of the nightgown fall away from her breasts, exposing their beauty.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” Releasing the straps, I cup her breasts, lean down and flick my tongue over the peak of one, then move to the other.

“Fuck,” she whispers as her hands rest on my shoulders.

I lick her, teasing the peak to get it harder, then I take it between my teeth, delighting in her hiss as I bring her the sweetest sort of pain. As I move to the other breast, I chance a look up at her.

Her lips are wet from being licked, and suddenly I want to be the one tasting them. I’m so possessed by my need for her, I’m becoming envious of even her touching her own body.

Pushing the nightgown over her hips, it falls to her bare feet, leaving her panting and naked before me.

“You’re beautiful, Megan. So fucking beautiful.” I press my mouth over hers, biting down on her plump lower lip, marking it as mine. I’m starved for her with an impossible hunger that I doubt will ever be filled.

“You sound so angry when you say that.” She snakes her hands up into my hair, pulling me down for another kiss.

Enough teasing already, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed, tossing her into the middle of it. She laughs as she bounces, and I shuck out of my shirt and pants like some horny teen who can’t get out of his clothes fast enough.

She lies back against the pillows as I cover her with my body, again seeking her mouth. I’ll never tire of her taste, her scent, her body. Having her skin against mine is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I’ve fucked a lot of women. I’ve even liked a few of them, but nothing compares to being touched by Megan.

Her legs bend, flanking my sides as I sink into her.

Fuck. There’s something mind-blowing about being inside this woman. It’s like finding my forever home. The world outside can burn to ashes, but inside this room, in this bed, everything is perfect and still.

Threading my fingers through hers, I bring her hands over her head, pressing them into the pillows.

“I might never let you leave this bed.” I kiss her mouth, her cheek.

Her pussy stretches around my cock, squeezing me as her body pulls tighter beneath me.

“I can’t tell if that’s a threat or not.” She kisses me back, biting my lip. I try to glare down at her, but she’s flushed, she’s sweet, and she’s fucking perfect.

“No more threats.” I drive into her harder, delighting in the little squeal she gives me. “Spread your legs a little more.”

She pulls them higher, spreading them wider for me, and I grit my teeth to keep from exploding right there.

“Good girl,” I moan eventually, driving into her again. Her wet pussy tenses around me, pulling me into her with each thrust.

Her fingers squeeze around mine as she lowers her feet to the bed. Thrusting her hips up, she meets me thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, Alexander.” She moans my name as though it alone gives her pleasure.

This woman is mine.

All mine.

No one will ever hear her moan their name the way she does mine, because she belongs to me. My need for her grows with the knowledge that no man will ever touch her the way I do. No man will ever feel her body wrapped around him and enjoy the pleasure that is Megan.

Because she’s all fucking mine.

Releasing one hand, I run my palm over her body, feeling the silky sensation of her skin as I travel down to her hip.

I lift up, just enough to reach between us and find her swollen, wet clit. She lets out a soft moan the moment my fingers flitter across it.

Driving harder into her, I rub her clit in slow circles.

“Fuck,” she exhales and pushes her hips farther off the bed. “Alexander, fuck. I have to… please.”

“Please, what, baby? What do you need? Tell daddy what you need.” Her cheeks flame with the moniker I use, but her pussy tells me everything I need to know. Drenched with arousal, her pussy clamps tighter around me.

“I need to come. Please. Oh…” Her eyes roll when I put more pressure on her clit and angle my hips to drive even deeper into her.

“You want to come?” I nip her shoulder. “How badly?”

“Please.” She squirms beneath me, chasing after a release she won’t get until I give it.

“Please, what?” I whisper in her ear, thrusting harder. Fuck me if I keep teasing her, I’m going to explode before I get a chance to hear her say it.

“Please let me come,” she whines and it’s sweet and sultry and makes my cock even harder.

“Please let me come, what?” I bite down on her earlobe and lean up. I want to see her say the words. Not just feel them.

I’ve never been one to play into the daddy game, but fuck, when she said it earlier, my balls pulled so tight I thought I was going to make a mess in my fucking pants.

Her pink tongue runs along her bottom lip before she bites down on it. Fuck, she’s so fucking angelic the way she’s looking up at me. It’s too bad for her, she married the devil.

“Please. Let me come, daddy.” She smiles softly as she says it, her cheeks brightening with the words.

“Fuck, baby, come. Come all over my cock,” I growl as I plow into her. The devil has been unleashed, and there will be no stopping now.

Over and over, I drive into her, hearing her pants and moans that mingle into mine.

“Your pussy feels so damn good wrapped around me.” My fingers tighten around hers.

“Harder, please, harder.” She pulls her legs up again and I’m lost to her.

Driving deeper into her and harder. “Good girl. Good girl.”

“Oh, God, Alexander,” she moans, then cries out as her body pulls tight. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she comes unraveled beneath me, pulling me right into the sweet haze of release with her.

“Fuck!” It’s animalistic, my roar, but still it leaves me with no relief compared to the explosion of my orgasm.

My chest heaves as I try to catch air, gently releasing her hand and cupping her face.

“Megan Volkov.” I whisper her name, placing a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Welcome home.”