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Her body shuddered at my words, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her. I was being cruel, but I didn't fucking care.

She scared me and I wasn't used to feeling things so intensely.

She broke me so I was going to fucking shatter her.

"Please, Artem. I was wrong, I should have never left the apartment. I won't do it again. I won't leave; I will do anything you want just…please."

"Keep going," I taunted, pushing back inside her, my movements slower now, deliberate.

"Please, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want but I need—I need you to make me come. Please, it's too much, it's too overwhelming and I need?—"

"You need to stop demanding and start begging like a good girl."

A fresh wave of tears trailed down her cheeks, and I twisted her hair to angle her cheek toward me. Running my tongue up the side of her face I tasted her pain, her embarrassment, and her desperation. Salt and surrender on my tongue.

"The next time you defy me, I will do far worse than spank you or fuck your ass. I will make it hurt. I will make it last. I will make sure you never, ever forget who you belong to."

"Please, Artem, please." Her words were like shattered glass, each shard cutting into me.

My cock got even harder at her pleas; her tears tasted like honey on my tongue. I relished her complete submission, the final walls of her resistance crumbling under my assault.

It only took a few swirls from the tips of my fingers on her clit before she came, hard, her body convulsing around me, pulling me into the abyss with her, my own release crashing through me like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path.

When I pulled out, she collapsed more fully across the bed, completely spent, and I couldn't help but grin at the sight of her perfect body exhausted, sweat-slicked and full of my seed, marked inside and out as mine.

"Get yourself cleaned up. I have business to attend to,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants, my movements deliberate and unhurried.

"I hate you." The words were muffled against the bedcovers, lacking conviction.

"Hate me all you want, princess. As long as you do it under my roof, I don't care."

CHAPTER28

ARTEM

It wasn't until I saw my dirty red handprint marring the front door’s pristine white paint that I realized my hands were still covered in blood.

Whose blood, I had no idea.

The cabin was quiet, too quiet. Before I tended to my wounds, I needed to make sure Viktoria hadn't had any other rash ideas or committed any other childish acts of rebellion.

I didn't know if I expected to discover her camped out in the woods to get away from me or barricaded behind one of the doors.

It didn't take me long to find her. She was in the bedroom, her hair still wet from a shower as she slept soundly. I closed the door and crept across the room to the ensuite bathroom.

I wanted to be with her, but I needed to wash the violence from my skin.

Almost immediately after I left Viktoria reeling from her punishment, Pavel reached out to tell me they had a lead on the men Solovyov hired as well as the shipment of guns.

We met at Damien's and we all rode together, Gregor taking point for now, since we were in his territory.

Both of us left our differences back at the compound. When we were working, we were completely united, always. It was the only way to ensure we all stayed breathing, and to stop any rumors of infighting.

Family business was for family only.

Tonight, that unity had been especially important. Pavel's contact was not as secure as we had originally thought. We had intended on going in guns blazing and clearing the place out in ten to fifteen minutes.

Unfortunately, we walked into a trap.