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“We will stay here until the lights finish their dance. Then, we will return to our suite where we will watch the sunrise together. And I will fuck you until you’re screaming my name so loud, the sea itself will shiver.”

Fuck, I love how she shivers now.

But then she narrows her eyes to thin, daggered slits and bares her teeth in that quiet, fierce snarl. It drives my dick wild, but I need to know why.

“What now, Valentina? I thought we’d turned a corner in the pool.” I smirk, cupping her cheek. “Or did I commit some grievous sin bringing you here?”

She meets my gaze, voice low and sharp. “Oh, it’s a sin, alright. One of the broken Ten Commandments. Lying.”

My jaw tightens. Blood roars. Did she see something? Remember? “What the hell do you mean?”

19

Roman Makarova really knows how to treat a woman.

VALENTINA

“You saidyou’d take care of what’s yours. Me,” I tell him, and a quiet thought crosses my mind—I’m just as insane as he is. Everything else I’ve felt before pales beside the raw, consuming ache rumbling through me right now. Emphasis on the rumbling.

“And?” he asks, voice low and curious, his neck tight with corded muscle, shoulders tense.

I roll my eyes, biting back a smirk. I suppose I should relieve him. But seriously! Men and their dicks. “You’ve spent all night pounding the hell out of me, making me scream, pass out, come so many times I’m probably gonna have an eye twitch for life. But the worst torture?”

I curl my fingers lightly around his throat, meeting his worried gaze with a sly smile. “You have notfedme. And if you don’t fix that soon, I’ll be dangerously close to breaking the most sacred commandment: thou shalt not murder.”

He tips his head back with a deep laugh—the kind that vibrates through my ribs and settles low in my belly.

I tighten my grip on his throat and grit my teeth. “Roman Makarova. As much as I’ve loved the…proteinyou’ve been feeding me all night, it’s not the only sustenance I need.”

I can’t believe I just told him I loved his cock. My vagina is still on fire. Between the ginger and that unholy object between his legs, my ass may be scorched flesh forever.

But the normal hunger dominates.

He grins, wicked and unbothered. “Then I suppose I should feed my girl before she starts gnawing on something she’ll miss later.”

“Damn right you should.” I lower my hand and poke his chest before rolling my hips until my ass is rubbing his erection. “Because if I pass out from starvation, your precious bratwurst is getting skewered and tossed on a fire.”

One grip of my hair. He yanks my head back and steals all my breath as he scrapes his teeth along my jaw and purrs darkly in my ear, “Then it would be your Last Supper, Valentina Makarova.”

“Roman, for fucks sake!”

He deadpans with me. “See the back right corner of the room, Moya Koroleva?”

I turn slightly and nod to the solid metal door.

“Through that door is my liquor stock room, complete with refrigerator and some special sustenance.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

Oh, that devil is giving me the craftiest grin that reeks of dominant mischief.

“First, you will tender your apology to me for doubting my dedication to your needs.”

I roll my eyes and set one hand on my hip. “What do you want? A card written in calligraphy?”

His grin only seems to grow. A muscle bounces in his jaw. “Not exactly.”

I don’t even get the chance to blink. Less than a second later,he’s slammed my head in the hot water and shoved his cock into my mouth, going deep into my throat while I gag and choke and spurt bubbles. I hold my breath as much as I can and take his dick because I know if I struggle, it will be worse. For his punishment and for panicking underwater. So, I dig my nails into his thighs and suck that shaft like my life depends on it.