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“You’re mine, solnishko . Only mine.”

Those words hadn’t stopped playing in my head since that dance with Andrei at the party, and the fluttering in my stomach hadn’t stopped either.

There was something smoldering about the way he said those words, the possessiveness in his voice and the darkening of his eyes. I knew he meant every bit of what he said—that I was his alone.

Rolling down the window, I stared at the streetlamps and the half-moon adorning the sky. I needed anything to distract me from the burning intensity of his gaze on me.

We were on our way back from the party, and after everything—the dance, the searing jealousy I could sniff from him, and the way he held me—I would honestly rather be anywhere else but right next to him. That was how much I wanted to avoid him.

I couldn’t wait to get home, run upstairs, and lock my door.

One of his men had come to drive us home as he was particular about not driving after how much alcohol he had.

He’d been scrolling through emails and replying to them most of the drive back home, but now he was just sitting there, staring at me.

My cheeks heated with a blush, and my stomach fluttered with butterflies. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of him gazing at me.

The driver pulled over by the entrance of the mansion. Andrei stepped out first and moved around the car. Before I could reach for the handle, he opened the door by my seat and held out his hand to me. I hesitated, meeting his gaze for a second before slipping my fingers into his.

The moment our skin met, a spark shot up my arm and ignited a warmth in my chest that I pretended not to notice. There was a shift in his expression, and I knew he could tell how uncomfortable he made me, how irresistible I found him.

None of this was normal. I shouldn’t feel the way I did when he was close. My pulse shouldn’t race at his touch or even in response to his smile, but it did.

His presence was pure torment to my body, but not because I hated him. Hatred would have been far better than this attraction.

His grip tightened as he helped me out of the car.

The minute I steadied myself outside, I tugged my hand away from him and made my way into the mansion.

He was right behind me, the clacking of his suede shoes on the marble floor synching with the clicking of my heels.

I could feel his stare on me. I could sense his need for me. And I wanted him just as much as I suspected he wanted me.

We reached the corridor, and the realization that I was going the wrong way hit me. This way led to his room, not mine. My room was at the other end of the hallway.

Shit.

I stopped walking and spun around to leave, but instead, I almost crashed into him. I managed to steady myself before I could fall any further.

Andrei was faster than light, springing into action and trying to catch me.

Our bodies brushed, sending a jolt of awareness through me.

The heat in my stomach intensified at the contact.

I tried to convince myself that it was nothing and that I only felt the way I did because I’d never been this close to a man who wasn’t my father, but I knew I was fooling myself.

I hadn’t felt the butterflies in my stomach when I danced with Viktor, and my heart certainly hadn’t beaten faster when Antonio kissed the back of my hand.

Only Andrei made me feel this way.

I should’ve been used to it by now, but the fact that I knew we were alone now made it even more dangerous. We could both act on our desires, and no one could stop us.

Right, it was too dangerous. “I’m sorry,” I muttered and readied myself to walk away as quickly as I could, but he wrapped his hand around my wrist the same way he had the first time we met.

“What are you sorry for?”

I tilted my head to look at him and forgot to breathe the moment his eyes met mine.

“Uh—I….” I couldn’t come up with a single reason or excuse. My mind was mush right now, and my thoughts were soiled with sinful, dirty thoughts.

His lips curled as he inched nearer.

My brain fogged, making it impossible for me to react to how dangerously close he was to me now.

He lifted his hand, and I inched away, but I couldn’t get very far before my back collided with the wall. “What are you doing?” I gasped.

“Relax, solnishko . I’m not trying to hurt you.”

I knew he wasn’t trying to hurt me. It was surprising how much I trusted him.

His fingers brushed against my cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine. His fingertips lingered for a second longer than necessary, tracing the line of my jaw.

“Tell me what to do, solnishko ,” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. “I shouldn’t want you this much, but it’s getting harder to stay away from you.”

I swallowed, my pulse hammering as I stared into those piercing blue eyes that had now turned dark with need. “Then don’t.” Don’t stay away from me.

A ghost of a smirk touched his lips as he ran a finger down my neck. “Don’t say words you might regret, solnishko . I’m warning you.”

I gasped, aching all over with need. My nipples hardened, and a throb awakened between my legs. “I don’t think I’ll regret this.”

His gaze lingered on me for a bit, then he leaned over and cupped my cheeks. His lips hovered above mine for a second before his lips claimed mine.

Something snapped inside me the moment I tasted the whiskey and felt the movement of his lips against mine.

I melted into him, my hands gripping the lapels of his suit as his arms tightened around me, and I kissed him back.

It was slow and gentle at first, but then it shifted into something ravenous and primal, like a hunger that had survived a thousand years of famine.

He deepened our kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming, demanding, and full of passion.

I moved with the rhythm, moaning, as he growled in response, pressing me further against the wall.

The world faded around us. The only thing that existed was him—his warmth, his taste, the way his hands slid down my sides, pulling me closer.

His legs slipped between my thighs, and his hand glided down my waist until he was grabbing my ass and squeezing it.

I gasped from the pleasure rippling through me.

Holy shit.

Tonight was the first time a man ever touched me this way, and I meant that literally. I had no idea if physical intimacy always felt this amazing or if Andrei was just good at it, but I didn’t want it to stop.

I needed him to explore me in other ways—ways I didn’t know a man could explore a woman.

His intrusive leg pushed my legs further apart. His mouth left mine and trailed down my throat with a series of hot kisses.

My body became a host of molten fire; my core ached, and my nipples hardened with anticipation of what was to come.

He licked my neck, bringing his face further down until he reached my breasts. His hands came up to the back of my dress, and he undid the zippers.

The dress slid down my body until it pooled around my legs. My breasts sprung free, and my nipples hardened more as the cold air brushed over them.

“ Cristos ,” Andrei grunted as he swept his gaze over me. His eyes glistened with lust and admiration. Christ. “You’re so beautiful, solnishko .”

I drew my hands up to cover my breasts, but he caught them midair, pushing them down and taking up the task himself.

A sensual shiver ran through my veins as he cupped one of my breasts, teasing the nipple as he took the other one in his mouth and began to suck.

My head rolled back, and I gripped the back of his head as I cried from pleasure. This was even better than I’d ever imagined or dreamed of. Every cell in my body was cocooned with pleasure; I swore I was losing my mind.

He slid his free hand between my thighs and glided it upward. I groaned as it came into contact with my most sensitive organ.

Andrei grinned with satisfaction. “You’re wet, solnishko .”

My cheeks heated with embarrassment; he was right. I felt the pool of wetness between my legs the moment he started to kiss me, or maybe even before that.

Before I could think of a retort, he thrusted one finger inside me and pressed his thumb firmly on my clit.

“God…” I moaned, reveling in the waves of pleasure surging through me. “Oh, God.”

He tilted his head, sliding his fingers in and out of me as he circled his thumb on my clitoris. He smirked when he saw the effect he had on me, the pure ecstasy on my face, and how my cries grew louder.

“God isn’t here, baby,” he grunted in that deep voice of his. “But I am. I’m the only god whose name you’ll be screaming tonight.”

His bragging evoked something inside me. I wanted to challenge him, to drive him to the edge and see how far he’d take this.

I flashed a teasing smile at him and whispered, “Is that all you got?”

He smirked back, sliding another finger inside me, pushing it deep enough that I could feel it hit my G-spot, and then he started to thrust.

All I could hear was my own moans synching with his groans and the squishing sound of my juices as he made it his mission to pleasure me.

“You’ll have to find out yourself, solnishko ,” he growled against my ear before dropping to his knees in front of me.

I breathed, “What are you doing?”

“Wondering what my delicate flower’s petals taste like.” Raising my leg to his shoulder, he shifted my panties to the side and buried his face between my legs, replacing the finger on my clit with his tongue.

I jerked forward when I felt the first swipe of his tongue on me. It was as if electric waves were sizzling through me, dragging me to a world far beyond.

It felt good, so good that my fingers slipped through his hair and clutched his head for support as he ate me like a madman. I moaned, groaned, and cried with pleasure as the sensation of his tongue stroking my clit threw me into a volcano of ecstasy.

“You like it?” he asked, his breath warm against the organ between my legs.

Like it? Hell, no.

I loved it.

Every bit of it.

I spread my legs further apart to grant him more access and buckled my hips, grinding on his tongue for pressure. “Fuck… Andrei…I love it.”

I felt him smile. “Good girl.”

My muscles contracted as I reached a crescendo. “Andrei,” I gasped, feeling my heart rate increase and my body thrum.

“Yes, come for me, baby,” he growled, pressing his tongue firmer on my clit and licking me harder.

A pang of jealousy seared through my chest at the thought of him doing this with other women, making it his life’s mission to pleasure them the way he was doing with me. He was skilled, and the only way anyone could learn a skill like this was through experience.

At forty-one, and given his reputation, I was certain he’d been with more women than he could even remember. I hated this; I wanted to be the only woman in his life.

Fuck, what was wrong with me?

My thoughts were halted, only allowing me to mutter, “God, Andrei.”

An orgasm surged through me at that moment. A cry tore from my throat, and my body spasmed uncontrollably.

Andrei didn’t stop fucking me with his tongue until my clitoris reached the limit of pleasure it could take. It was now more sensitive than ever.

He rose to his feet with a triumphant smile on his face. “I love how you screamed my name when you came, baby.” His lips crashed against mine, the taste of my juices mixing with the taste of whiskey still on the tip of his tongue.

I kissed him back desperately as I gasped for breath.

He was still fully dressed in his suit, much to my dismay. I tugged against his tie, unknotting it and tossing it to the floor before ripping his suit jacket off.

He grinned against my lips and pulled away from our kiss. “Naughty girl.”

I swallowed and bit down on my lips. “I’m only this way with you.”

He cupped my cheeks and ran his finger along my lips. “I’m sure you are. How about we take this upstairs?”

I nodded. “But….”

He cocked a brow. “But?”

“I haven’t done this before,” I muttered, breaking eye contact. Who would believe I was still a virgin at twenty-two?

His grin grew wider. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy on you, I promise.”

He lifted me bridal style and carried me to his room.

Andrei’s space was always tidy and organized. A pristine set of white bedsheets adorned the bed, accompanied by four pillows in matching covers and a cozy white blanket.

I wondered if he had the maids change them every morning.

As he lowered me gently on the bed, my gaze darted to the bulge in his pants, and my cheeks warmed. He was hard, and I could tell it was big from the imprint on his pants.

He undressed, and his cock sprung free.

I looked away, gasping for breath. I was right; he was freaking big, and that was going to be a lot to take in.

He crawled right on top of me with a dark glint in his eyes and a smirk that made me forget how to breathe. He was gorgeous to look at, even with all that iciness and muscles. He looked like he was better off walking a runway than being in the mafia

“Why are you looking away, solnishko ?” he asked, sliding his hand under my ass and squeezing it.

I lifted my hips, and we both groaned as my arousal crashed with his erection. A deep ache settled in my core. “I need you inside me, Andrei.”

His jaw clenched, and he leaned in, kissing down my throat and pressing his hard, warm dick to my entrance. “Beg.”

“Please,” I begged. I was desperate, and I didn’t care about anything else at that moment.

His dick lingered on my entrance for a moment, and then he slowly pushed inside me.

A scream burst from my throat as I felt my insides stretch painfully. I grasped his arms, my nails digging into his flesh as I clutched tightly.

He paused, peering at me with genuine concern. “I’ll stop if it’s too painful.”

I shook my head, wanting to get it done and over with. “No, don’t stop. Please, just fuck me.”

He hesitated, and then he entered fully with one deep plunge of his hips.

My eyes watered, and I could feel the trickle of blood down my thighs. That was it; I’d given my virginity to a man I should feel nothing but hatred for.

I had a feeling I was going to regret this, but tonight, I just wanted to drown in this bliss. To revel in every spark I felt with him.

His lips brushed against mine, teasing, before he finally claimed them in a slow, intoxicating kiss. His thrusts were slow and sensual, the pain I felt blending with pleasure.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, grinding my waist to meet his pace.

“It feels so good to be inside you, solnishko ,” he whispered. “You’re so tight and warm. So perfect.”

I adjusted to him, and the pain slowly vanished, leaving only the pleasure. Every thrust was sensual and deep, and when he looked into my eyes, nothing else mattered.

This was better than I expected; every bit of it was a memory I wanted etched in my brain forever.

He took my nipple in his mouth, nibbling it as his finger found my clitoris again.

I pushed up against him, reveling in the heat of his body.

His groans made my heart beat faster. I didn’t want this to end, even as I felt my orgasm build once again.

I was in an ocean of ecstasy, and I didn’t care if I’d drown; I just wanted to sink deeper and deeper until I was completely swallowed by it.

Andrei grunted, slamming his hips against mine and fucking me like it was our last day on Earth. A sheen of sweat formed on his forehead, and the veins on his temple bulged.

An animalistic groan tore from his throat as he came with one final thrust.

We climaxed at the same time as I let out a desperate whimper, a second orgasm tearing through me.

Andrei emptied inside me, some of the warm liquid dripping between my thighs.

We were both jerking, panting, and sweaty by the time we came to.

He pressed a kiss to my back, and I flinched when he spanked my ass. “I’ll bring a towel and get you cleaned up, solnishko .”

The regret started sinking in as he left, the realization that what just happened would change everything. We were no longer just a captor and his captive; we were something more now. Lovers wasn’t the word; a man like Andrei couldn’t love someone like me, but there was a spark between us that had now exploded into a forest of wildfire.

But the biggest problem was how my feelings for him had changed.

I no longer had a bone of hatred for him in my body. Instead, I felt butterflies and the need for something deeper than sex or even physical touch.

This was going to complicate everything—the reason he kept me here in the first place, my need for revenge, and my hatred for the mafia.

Because he was no longer just someone my father worked for before he was killed.

No.

He was a man who made my heart race.

I think I’d just fallen for him.