Page 117 of His Darkest Obsession

The NDA. That's the key to everything. Whatever Bennet did to her—whatever made her carve those thin white lines into her thighs—it's all locked inside that document. I'm not asking Roma to find out to gain leverage.

I'm asking him to help me understand what broke her.

And then I'll burn down everything and break everyone who hurt her.

I rub my ring absently, feeling the double-headed eagle under my skin. My mother would say I'm a fool. Vassily would laugh at me. Even Roma thinks I've lost my mind.

Maybe I have.

But when she looked at me last night, when she surrendered everything to me... I've never felt more powerful. More needed. More alive.

I set the glass down hard enough that vodka splashes over the rim.

Whatever is happening between us, it's dangerous.

For both of us.

37

INDIGO

FOUR WEEKS LATER

"OH FUCK!"

My body rises off the bed, trembling as another orgasm tears through me. Anatoly buries his face against my neck while his fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place as he rides out his own release.

His breaths are ragged against my ear as he trails hot kisses along my cheeks.

"You're going to kill me,britvochka," he murmurs.

I laugh, panting. "Not if you kill me first."

Anatoly shifts, rolling to his side but keeping one possessive arm draped across my stomach. His blue eyes roam over my naked body with that intense focus that still makes me shiver. I run my own hand down the hard ridges of his tattooed body and close my fingers around the thick smooth shaft of his cock.

"Again?" he asks with a knowing smirk.

"Yes," I gasp, not caring how desperate I sound. "Please."

The pleading does something to him. It always does. He loves when I beg now, even though it took me so long to surrender that first time.

But now? I'd beg for him without hesitation.

On my back. On my knees. In his arms. Upside down.

Like me, he also can't get enough.

His eyes darken and he captures my lips in a crushing kiss that drains the breath from my lungs. My hand starts to move, and with each up-and-down stroke, his cock starts growing harder again.

His hand slips between my thighs to find me wet and slippery with both of us. A single finger pushes inside and my hand starts moving faster in response. My free hand grips him by the back of his neck and pulls him closer so that he can swallow my moan as the pleasure builds inside me again.

I've become so desperate, needy, and shameless in my wanting of him. Anatoly has unlocked something primal in me to match the darkness in him.

His heartbeat drums steadily between my fingers as I bring him back to full hardness. He responds by stretching me open again with his fingers before he flips me on my stomach and shoving himself back in.

I loved it when he fucks me like this, with my face down and ass up. His powerful body completely covers mine. His hand grasps a fistful of my hair. Sweat falls down like warm cozy rain on my back, and his cock sets a punishing pace in my sore yet hungry pussy.

After both of us collapse from exertion, boneless and breathless, he pulls me close to him, whispering filthy Russian endearments in my ear as I milk his cock dry.