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Rigor sits completely naked on the sofa in front of me.

I watched him taking his time removing each item of clothing. I sipped my drink and stood over him as though he was my slave, and I was enjoying the show.

His eyes are tight on me as I slowly drop one of the straps of my dress off my shoulder. Letting it slide low, then the other. The dress falls away from my breasts, stopping around my waist like a long flowing skirt.

I see Rigor take in a sharp, deep breath and clench his jaw. His hands flex and I know he’s aching to touch me.

He shifts slightly, almost leaning forward.

“Did I say you could move?” I ask, amusement and threat in my voice. As though he dared defy me.

He chuckles and leans back again.

I turn my back on him and slowly push the dress over my hips, letting it slide to the floor around my feet.

He lets out a deep groan.

I glance over my shoulder as I bend slowly forward, savoring the expression of desperation knotted in his brows.

Slowly, I unbuckle the ankle strap of my stilettos, just one of them. And step out of the shoe.

Then I turn and lift my leg, placing the heel of the other shoe against his chest.

“Take it off,” I command. He smirks and runs his hands up either side of my leg, over my calf, up my thigh, letting his fingers brush close to my pussy. I throw him a look or warning and he lets his hands drift slowly down again. His fingers work the buckle loose and he gently pulls the shoe from my foot.

My heart is running a million miles an hour.

I’ve never felt so in control in my entire life and it’s fucking incredible.

I stand up and let my eyes trace over every inch of him.

His cock is so hard its standing straight up, the veins popping along the shaft.

“Touch yourself,” I say, and he wraps his hand around the enormous monster between his legs, he squeezes it and the veins throb even more.

I bite my lip. I want to sit on that.

But first.

I smirk and step onto the sofa, my feet on either side of his thick, solid thighs.

I lift one foot onto the back of the sofa, just behind his head.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, I shove his face between my legs. Obediently he begins to lick me. Slow, long strokes with his hot tongue over my pussy.

He licks up and down, sliding his tongue from side to side as he does.

I moan softly and rock my pussy against his face.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” I gasp.

My pussy is swollen and pink when he pushes his tongue inside me. I lean back slightly, and he wraps his hand between my legs to grab my ass from behind and hold me steady.

His other hand is still moving over his cock.

The sight of him pleasuring himself is making me wilder with need.

I dip my hands between my legs and spread my pussy apart with my fingers. He licks deeper and I groan louder.

A low rumble of pleasure purrs from his mouth.

I grab his hair again and yank his head back, then turn my back to him and kneel over his lap.

He pushes me forward and runs his hands between my ass cheeks, then dips his fingers inside me, pulling them out again and licking them.

“You taste like heaven,” he growls. “Please let me fuck you.” His voice is deep and dangerous. If I say no, not that I ever could, I don’t think he would obey.

“Slowly,” I reply in a whisper.

He growls as he pushes his cock into my pussy, and I shudder and gasp at the size of him.

Sitting up, my back leaning against his chest, I drift my fingers between my legs and start moving then in small circles against my clit while he slowly thrusts his giant cock in and out of me.

It fills me up, stretching me wide, threatening to tear me apart, and then leaves me empty and begging for more.

He moves his hips in slow circles, sending shivers of pure pleasure through me.

I reach behind me and gasp, “Stay still.” He freezes, but I can tell how difficult it is for him to let me take complete control.

I start to undulate over his cock. Dancing my hips, rocking in the direction that gives me the most pleasure—all the while my fingers are moving over my pussy.

The intensity of my pleasure is surmounting beyond my control.

My breath is heaving, my ass grinding against him while his fingers dig into my hips.

My heart is screaming at me, the blood rushing through it, my head singing loudly. Rigor runs his hand up the front of my body and grabs my breast, his other hand locking around my waist.

“I’m sorry, firefly, I can’t stop myself,” he says, hovering me above him slightly and starting to thrust hard up into me, slamming his cock into my pussy with force. Deep and fast. I scream loudly, unable to handle the pleasure, I lean into him, letting him fuck me like a wild animal.

When I come I can’t even breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut, a scream stuck in my throat, my body convulsing on his cock. My pussy is pulsing and twitching and exploding.

His low, deep growl of satisfaction vibrates against me as he thrusts in one last time and releases his own pleasure.

Seconds go by. It feels like an eternity.

Suddenly I gasp for air, my body relaxing, the orgasm leaving me a melted body in his arms. He holds me, pressing his lips into the curve of my shoulder. I feel his kisses trace over my skin.

He groans with pleasure again.

We are both coated in salty, glittering perspiration.

Rigor lifts me in his arms as he stands.

We don’t speak as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom and flicks the shower on. For some reason, I want to cry.

There is an overflow of emotional release that escape along with my orgasm.

As I step under the shower, my back to Rigor, the tears begin to stream over my cheeks, lost in the flow of water.

Rigor has no idea.

We soap each other and he washes my hair before I climb out, leaving him still standing beneath the hot flow of water.

I need to get away from him. I can’t let him know how distraught I am.

This isn’t for him to deal with anyway—this is my own shit to process.

The sex was too good.

It was too intense, too emotional, and it has left me in a worse place than I was before.

For Rigor it’s just a physical release. He is fine playing games and having fun—but he isn’t interested in anything more than that.

And that is starting to break me apart.

Because I’m falling for him.

Stupidly, naively, pathetically I am falling for him.

When we are together physically, sexually, he gives everything. He is fucking incredible. But outside of that, he’s holding back. There is only one reason for that—it’s because he doesn’t want anything serious with me. And I know our time is soon coming to an end.

I hurry out of the bathroom, dripping water on the carpet with the towel wrapped around me. I run out of his room towards my own.

As I escape down the passage, I hear him call my name.

“Aly?”

But I can’t look back.

I rush into my own bedroom and close the door quickly. I have to find a way to force my heart to stop pulling towards him. I have to let go.

In the morning, Rigor is distant.

It breaks my heart, but I force myself to be as well.

It’s for the best. He knows it—and I have to accept it.

Around half-past twelve, after moping about the mansion for a few hours doing nothing and feeling empty inside, I hear a loud commotion as people rush through the front door.

Peaking over the top railing down to the entrance area I see his brothers and Ruslana.

They are carrying take away parcels and all talking at once.

Roman looks up and sees me peering down at them. “Hey,” he shouts and waves.

“Um—hi,” I stammer, confused about what is going on.

The last time I saw all of them was at the party—just last night—and they were all furious and shouting and it wasn’t pleasant at all.

My stomach knots tightly. Are they here to fight more?

I can’t handle that.

But no one looks in a fighting mood. Not carrying pizza boxes and brown paper bags of food.

Rigor walks through from the living room, looking just as nervous as I am.

“What’s going on?” he asks, his voice calm, but tensely ready for anything.

“We came for lunch—and to meet Alyona properly seeing as she is part of the family,” Ruslana says, looping her arm around Rigor’s waist and giving him a side hug.

“You—oh,” he says with relief. “Everyone?” He looks around at the faces of his brothers who have joined Ruslana. Rodion, Roman, Ruvim and Rad stand smiling awkwardly at him. “Renat had a training session scheduled otherwise he would have been here too.” Rodion shrugs and carries the pizza box through to the kitchen to put it on the open plan counter top.

I walk down the stairs to join the chaos, but I’m tense and unsure what it’s really about. Rigor follows everyone through to the kitchen while they start hauling plates and glasses out, pouring drinks and opening food boxes.

I find myself standing next to him—the comfort of his presence is at least familiar to me, even though it haunts me.

“What are they doing?” I whisper.

“It looks like they are dishing up food for everyone,” Rigor chuckles. His response helps me relax a little. If he sees no issue with them being here, then it can’t be anything bad.

Ruslana walks over to me with a slice of pizza on a plate. She hands it to me with a smile. “I hope you like mushrooms and bacon? If you’re vegetarian I did get one—”

“This is great, thanks,” I say quietly.

She’s gorgeous. I can’t get over how beautiful she is.

“Aly, we didn’t get a chance to meet properly before all of this happened. That dinner your brother kept talking about organizing—it was so that I could meet you.” She grins.

“You’re married to my brother?”

“I am.”

“But he kidnapped you,” I mutter in confusion.

“He did,” She giggles. “And I was furious about it—but—he’s such an incredible man. I fell in love. It just sort of happened and suddenly I didn’t want to leave even when I could.”

I stare at my plate, at the melted cheese dripping off the side of the pizza, carrying a little piece of mushroom with it. Then I look up at Ruslana again. I have so many questions I want to ask her I don’t know where to start so I’m just staring at her with my mouth hanging open.

Ruslana laughs. “Come on, come sit with me outside for a bit. These guys are all so noisy.” She gently takes my arm and pushes me towards the patio.

We sit together on the outdoor seating, eating our lunch and chatting away. She’s amazing. She’s funny and sweet and kind and so soft-hearted I can feel the warmth coming from her.

When she speaks about my brother her eyes light up, glittering like the stars. The smile that touches her lips is genuine, and she has the nicest things to say about him.

The more we talk, the more I accept it—she is truly in love with my brother. She is so in love with him that she has long forgiven him for what he did to her. The kidnapping is some kind of amusement to her now and she even tells me she’s happy it happened otherwise she would never have given him a chance.

In the house behind us, the guys are laughing loudly and enjoying their food.

I turn towards Ruslana and ask her a question that has been burning on my tongue since she pulled me aside.

“Ruslana, is my brother a good person?” I can barely say the words and I’m surprised she hears me.

She leans over and wraps her arm around my waist, hugging me for a moment before pulling back.

“He’s the most beautiful person I know. He would do anything for those he loves, Aly, including you. Which is why he tried to keep you safe from this world.”

“But—he’s killed people,” I sigh.

“He’s still the same person who you’ve known your whole life, Aly. It wasn’t fake or a lie.”

I nod, biting my lip and trying to put it all together.

She tilts her head to the side and says, “He wants to talk to you. Whenever you’re ready, I really think you should give him a chance. Just a chance. That’s all.”

I look up and my eyes catch hers. Her eyes are a beautiful mix of blue and green, they drag me into her as though she was the forest, and I was a lost bird, looking for somewhere safe to rest.

I nod.

“When I’m ready,” I say.