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Each accusation was punctuated by the rapid rise and fall of my chest, my breasts straining against my shirt with each heaving breath.

I grabbed another glass from the shelf and went to throw it at him, but he ate the distance between us in a second, grabbing my wrist and pinning it against the wall until I dropped the glass.

It tumbled out of my grasp to land on the thick area rug under my feet.

His body pressed against mine, hard and unyielding, the heat of him searing through my clothes. I could feel every solid inch of him, the unmistakable ridge of his arousal grinding against my hip.

The calm facade Artem wore finally slipped, revealing the anger in his eyes.

The need for control and the violent man behind the suit.

Now I saw the real Artem.

His gaze an intoxicating mix of rage and lust. His breath hot against my face, scented with expensive coffee and mint.

"You think you can fight me, princess?" he growled, tightening his grip on my wrist. "I dare you to try."

The edge of a shelf dug painfully into my back, but I refused to wince.

His face was inches from mine, his breath mingling with my own.

I could see the pulse beating in his throat, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

I tried to wrench my arm free, but his grip was like iron.

The struggle only brought our bodies closer, my breasts crushed against his chest, our hips aligned in a cruel mimicry of passion.

My body burned everywhere we touched, a confusing inferno of hatred and arousal that threatened to consume me whole.

CHAPTER31

VIKTORIA

Itried to rip my wrist from his iron grip, and he gave me the most sinister smile I had ever seen as he tightened his hold. The pressure of his fingers against my pulse sent an unwanted thrill through my veins.

Thrashing my body, I tried to push him away, tried to get out of the cage formed by the wall and his body. I hated how warmth surged in my body, and how much I loved the feeling of him trapping me.

"Take your hands off of me. I will never be the good little pet you want. I will always run from you. Nothing will change that. I will always fight you." Venom dripped from my words, and I meant every one of them.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me, holding his body against mine. The slate gray of his irises nearly disappeared as his pupils dilated with hunger.

"That's not what you said last night," he taunted.

Shame burned my cheeks as his hard cock pressed into my lower stomach and I knew. I just knew that was exactly what he wanted.

This sadistic son of a bitch wanted me to fight.

Artem wanted to prove that he was bigger than me, stronger than me, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop him. That shouldn't have turned me on as much as it did. What was wrong with me that my body craved him, ached at the idea of his claiming me?

"I'm not your pet," I said between clenched teeth.

"My pet?" he taunted. "Now there's an idea. You'd look so beautiful with a collar around your neck. Forced to obey my commands at the end of a leash."

He gripped my throat with one hand, running his thumb across the underside of my chin, tilting my face so I looked up into his eyes. The calluses on his fingertips brushed against my skin, a reminder of the violence those hands were capable of.

I stared back at him with rage in my eyes. My jaw clenched in determination as I ignored the wet heat between my thighs.

"This is your last chance to behave, princess." He leaned in to whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, sending goose bumps racing down my neck. "I'm starting to think I was right, you like being punished."