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"Well?" I asked, in a harsh rasp. My cock throbbed painfully, straining against my zipper, desperate for release.

She said nothing. Just pressed her forehead into the desk, her shoulders shaking slightly. Was it rage or desire? With Viktoria, the line between the two was razor thin.

"No? Then we can throw the wager out and you agree to stay in the apartment I provided, and you stop acting like an entitled little bitch and be grateful I've kept you safe and in the lifestyle you should be accustomed to, allowing you to go to school tuition-free."

I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whispered, "And I am still going to punish you every time you step out of line. Hard enough that you'll feel me for days afterward, every time you sit down."

"I hate you," she said, as she tried to push up from the desk. Her hair fell in a curtain around her face, but not before I caught the flush on her cheeks, the way her teeth sank into her lower lip.

"Maybe," I conceded, pressing her back down with my body weight, letting her feel every hard inch of me against the curve of her ass. "But your body wants me."

I didn't let her up, kept her pinned beneath me, savoring the way she squirmed, each movement only serving to grind her ass against my cock.

Her arms flailed, and she knocked papers all over the floor. She even hit the crystal decanter and sent it crashing to the marble below, the smell of Russian vodka filling the air.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to get Hammer and Sickle vodka past customs, but one look at the ravishing creature pinned beneath me, panting, and I knew it was worth it.

The next bottle that was spilled over this desk would be because I was drinking it from her skin.

I ran my hand down the curve of her spine and watched as she shifted into my touch, before I pushed my fingers into her beautiful chestnut locks and pulled back, bringing her up in an arch off the desk.

My hips pressed into her ass, pinning her against the desk as she let out a gasp. The tops of her cheeks were flushed. The beautiful blush ran down her neck and disappeared under the simple black scoop-neck shirt.

I just knew that it went all the way to her perfect pale pink nipples.

"Tell me the truth," I rumbled, challenging her. "Did you come here to berate me or fuck me?"

CHAPTER18

ARTEM

"I—" She gasped as I reached around her, sliding my hand into the neck of her shirt and pinching her nipple. I already knew how sensitive they were, and I had no problem using her body against her.

It was only fair. My cock had been hard since she marched into my office.

"Tell me," I said as I placed a kiss on the crook of her neck, then a small bite, just to watch the goose bumps spread across the delicate flesh.

"I wanted to make you let me go," she said. "To prove I was more trouble than I was worth."

"You're a lot of trouble, princess. But your worth has yet to be determined." I ran my hand from her thigh to her ass. "And what do you want now?"

"I want to not want you," she said as my hand slipped around to her front and undid the button of her pants.

"That's probably true," I laughed, reaching into her panties and running the tip of my finger over her slit. "You're soaking wet."

"And you're hard." She pressed back into my cock like she needed to prove a point.

"I’ll ask again. Do you still want to berate me? Or would you rather I just fuck you?"

I let go of her hair, assuming she was finally going to behave.

"That's the difference between us. My body may respond to you, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to it."

She pushed me back and tried to make a run for it. It wasn't so easy with the silky material of her pants sliding down her legs and tangling at her feet, almost tripping her.

I grabbed her again by the hair, kicked off her pants, and slammed her against the wall.

"Stop fighting this."