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The date I’d planned turned out to be a roller coaster.

Normally, I didn’t like not being in complete control.

Mila would say otherwise, but I had no control over her, not when she was melting into my arms. I was thrilled she approved my choices, but she was making my head spin right now.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t hide how much she was enjoying herself, and I had been wanting to kiss her since she sighed needily at the sight of the fabrics in that damn showroom.

Now she was looking at me with the same exact expression I was certain was written all over my own face. Pure, unadulterated lust. I was going to be the one wringing those sighs out of her. That and much more.

I paid for our dinner with a wad of cash and hurried Mila out of the restaurant.

The car was parked at the edge of a low stone wall, overhung with pomegranate trees.

I couldn’t get her in fast enough, and once I got inside, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as I found her mouth for a kiss, as desperate as a man who’d breached the surface of the sea and needed air.

I needed Mila.

Any second, I expected her to freeze or fight, remember that she thought I was her enemy. That was last week. This was now. She was mine, and I wanted her.

“Arkadi,” she whispered as I made my way down the side of her neck, tasting her warm skin.

Just the sound of her voice would have made me hard as a rock, but I was well past that. I was throbbing for her body, craving her moans.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” There was no time to let her answer. My mouth was on hers again. It was impossible to stay away for long.

More. I needed more. I slammed my seat back as far as it would go and lifted her so that her sweet ass rested against the steering wheel. Her yelp of confusion turned into a giggle as I spread her legs on either side of my shoulders and shoved her skirt up her creamy thighs.

Her panties were soaked as I pushed them to the side, grabbing her close to plunge my tongue into her wet heat. Her body trembled as I lapped at her slick pussy, and we both jumped when she set off the horn for a brief blast.

I grabbed her closer, not about to give up my treat. Her thighs slapped against my cheeks as I found her swollen clit and suckled the sensitive nub.

“Yes,” I murmured as her first scream rang out. She instantly stifled it, digging her fingers into my hair. “This is my dessert, Mila. Your juicy little pussy.”

She gasped, pushing against the steering wheel behind her, her hips rocking with the movements of my tongue.

I pulled away long enough to take in her glazed eyes, her trembling legs, her body completely open to me with her panties pushed to the side.

I ripped them off and tossed them, going in for seconds.

“Oh my God,” she cried, writhing as I held her hips to keep her close.

“No,” I said sharply, pushing my tongue deep inside her.

She understood and knew what I wanted. “Arkadi,” she said, breathless, as she squeezed her legs around my face.

I pushed her over the edge, reveling in the sounds she made, barely feeling the death grip she had on my hair. “You know you’re mine, don’t you,” I said, lifting her, limp and gasping, to the backseat. “And I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “I’m yours.”

She reached for me as I climbed back, glad I’d taken the SUV, not the convertible from my brother’s collection. Glad there were blacked out windows, because I needed her naked.

Coming to my senses long enough not to rip the sexy red dress off her gorgeous body, my hands shook with frustration. “I need to see your perfect tits, Mila. Hurry up before I ruin the only thing you have to wear.”

She sat up, reaching behind her. “There’s a zipper in the back. Oh, why isn’t there more room?”

“There’s plenty of room for me to get my cock inside you. Don’t worry.”

Within seconds, I had the dress off her, cupping her heavy breasts in my palms. Teasing her nipples to tight buds, I leaned down and suckled each one, about to burst free from my pants.

She arched her back, then pushed me up, reaching for my own zipper. As soon as it was down, she pushed her hand inside, rubbing and gripping my shaft through my briefs.

“Fuck,” I growled, eyes slamming shut at the jolt of pleasure from her touch.

“Yes, that’s what we’re doing,” she said. “Please hurry.”

I laughed, charmed by her sweetness and naughtiness all rolled together.

I pulled her up to straddle me, her legs wide, her wet pussy sliding up and down my length.

I gritted my teeth as I gripped her hips, guiding her movements until I couldn’t stand it another second.

I had to be deep inside her body, feeling her slick heat strangling my cock.

“Ride me,” I told her. “Hard and fast.”

“Yes,” she said, moaning as she sank onto me. “Yes, this is really good.”

I palmed her hot tits, rolling my thumbs over her nipples. “Faster,” I commanded. “I want to see these beauties bounce while your pussy takes every inch of my cock.”

She rammed down hard, her eyes rolling back as she did as she was told. I wrapped my hand in her hair, pushing my tongue into her eager mouth. Holy hell, it was happening again. We were too wild, too good together. We were going to tear the car apart.

“Come for me,” I demanded, finding her clit and stroking. “Right now.”

She screamed, her head thrown back as she dug her nails into my shoulders. I grabbed her hips and took over, moving her frantically as her tight channel spasmed around my cock. I held on until she fell forward, her hair sprawling across my face, her labored breathing heating my sweaty skin.

I wanted to stay inside her all damn night, but she was too much, and once again, I was no longer in control. With a roar, I let go, coming inside her until I was drained dry. My head fell back against the car seat, and my hands went limp at my sides.

After a long moment of nothing but heavy breathing, she gasped and sat straight up, scrambling off my lap.

“We’re in a parking lot,” she wailed.

I tried to pull her back, but she only wanted to grapple for her clothes before someone walked by. “It’s dark, and we’re surrounded by trees,” I said. “Let me play with you some more.”

Too late, she already had her dress over her head and was fumbling with the zipper, still tutting to herself that she’d done such a thing in public.

“This is hardly public,” I said. “I could have fucked you on that dance floor in there you had me so worked up.” Her cheeks grew bright red. “Well, are we going back in for dessert and coffee?” I asked, delighted by her adorable embarrassment.

“Not now,” she said. “They’d know for sure.” She only got more embarrassed when I shrugged, not caring at all.

But she was smiling.

For the moment, anyway. It didn’t last long, and she shrank in on herself as we headed home. Shocked at how badly I didn’t want her to clam up again, I threw caution to the wind.

“How do you feel about Moscow?”

“What? Why? It’s fine. I go there pretty regularly to visit my parents.”

“I’m always looking to invest in new talent. Maybe you’d want to try another boutique there?”

Her head whipped my direction with a look of murder on her face. How in the hell was that the wrong thing to say when it was clear how much she missed her old shop?

“If I wouldn’t take my brothers’ money, I certainly won’t take yours,” she snapped. “Is that where you’ve been all this time, by the way? Moscow? When my family has eyes and ears all over that city?”

“Your family thinks I’m in Rio de Janeiro right now,” I laughed. “They’ll never find me unless I want to be found. I could walk right up to any one of them and say boo, and they still wouldn’t know it was me.”

“Oh, right,” she said, recoiling. “The master of disguise.” The light was gone from her eyes, her smile vanished as if it had never existed.

Damn it. After I’d told her, I wasn’t her enemy. I’d never said I wasn’t her brothers’ enemy, but of course, I was.

“You’ll never get me to betray them,” she hissed.

“I won’t ask you to.”

She fell into silence, and I had nothing more to say. No way to make her believe me. We were at an impasse. An insurmountable wall that was made of something so strong I didn’t think I could knock it over, either.

“You’re my wife,” I finally said. “You’re a Mikhailov now.”

Nothing, not even an angry huff. It was a long ride home.