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CHAPTER 4

DINARA

It’s perfectly normal to go off into a room with a stranger, knowing he’s supposed to touch you. Nothing to see here…

But I can’t back out now. Showing weakness in my family will get you killed. Marinovs are bred to be strong, and I’m every bit a Marinov.

I can do this.

Cillian leads me to the front, taking a black bag from the woman’s outstretched hand as a flutter of nerves and curiosity stirs inside me.

“Ever done this before?” I glance up at him as we make our way past her down the narrow corridor.

“This specifically? No,” he responds, low and steady.

I nod, trying to push down the rush of anticipation. “What made you want to?”

We reach room number nine, and I nearly choke on my breath as the door clicks shut behind us. I might actually throw up.

He turns to face me, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. The fabric of his shirt strains against every inch of hard muscle, and it takes everything in me not to let my eyes linger longer than they should.

“I was looking for you, actually. Then you showed up.”

The shock must be written all over my face. “You were? Why?”

A half-smile plays on his lips, like he’s holding something back. “I guess we’ll find out.”

With a swift movement, he steps past me, heading straight for a single sofa. He drops the bag at his feet and sinks down, his presence filling the room in a way I can’t ignore.

“Sit.” He pats the spot beside him, and I feel the air thicken with an undercurrent of something electric, making me shiver.

I glance around the spacious room: dimly lit, a four-poster bed in the far-right corner, the soft glow from a table lamp casting shadows over the sheets. My stomach turns to knots.

Was he serious? Can we just talk?

Clearing my throat, I make my way toward him, every step weighted with a mix of trepidation and excitement. As I settle beside him, he moves with a fluidity that makes my pulse spike. His arm wraps around my lower back, pulling me toward him until the side of his leg presses against mine, and my body reacts—every nerve alive, as though he’s touching me everywhere.

I’ve never experienced anything like this. With anyone. But with him, everything is different. More intense. I don’t know what he wants, but I can feel it: the pull, the magnetic force between us.

With him, I just want to feel more.

“How old are you, exactly?”

His question startles me, but the brush of his fingers creeping up my dress, grazing my knee, makes everything else fade away, leaving only the heat of his touch.

“Does it matter?” The words come out strained as his fingers slide higher, teasing me through the fabric.

His gaze locks with mine, and suddenly, every sensation sharpens, intensifying with a single glance.

“No, but I’m still curious.”

He kneads my inner thigh, and a soft moan slips from me. As it does, his other hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back as his eyes narrow.

“You can’t sound that fucking good and expect me to behave myself, leannan. And trust me, I’m really trying.”

“Never said I wanted you to.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers sliding higher, almost to where I need him. “Who are you and what are you doing to me?” His voice is breathless, almost frantic, the question spilling from him like a desperate plea.

Before I can even process his next move, he grips my hips and lifts me with ease. In one fluid motion, he drops me onto his lap, a hand cradling my face while the other brushes lightly under my chin.

“You look much better on my lap.” A teasing smirk plays on his lips, making my stomach tighten.

Beneath me, his hard and heavy erection presses right into my center. My hips circle of their own accord, wanting to feel him inside me.

The backs of my fingers feather over the rough stubble of his hard jawline, needing to touch him everywhere. He groans, picking up my hand, kissing my palm. My body grows so overwrought with sensations, I may explode.

Is this what lust feels like? Is this what makes people crazed for one another? Because I get it now. I want him to the point that it doesn’t even make sense.

My thumb glides past his mouth, and he lets out a deep, throaty moan, kissing and nipping the pad.

“Tell me everything about yourself,” his husky drawl demands while his palms drift down my arms.

My breasts ache, nipples pressing against the soft material of my dress.

“There’s nothing to tell.” I reach for his thick, full hair, messing it up as I work his scalp with my fingers.

We’re supposed to be touching, right? Why should he have all the fun?

His smoldering green gaze fills with an intensity that’s not easy to ignore, a curse slipping out like my touch pleases him just as much as his pleases me. “I find that hard to believe.”

In a blink, I’m beneath him, pinned by the weight of his body, his thigh wedged between mine like a promise. His gaze drops to my lips and stays there, his own barely parted, breath mingling with mine.

What can I tell him that won’t reveal who I truly am? Telling him I belong to one of the most dangerous Russian Mafia families in the world seems pretty stupid. I’d be killed if I told anyone outside our circle anything about our family. It’s unheard of. So is marrying anyone outside the Mafia world we live in. It just doesn’t happen.

Not that I’m planning on marrying this guy or anything, but the point is he can’t know anything about me and we have no future.

This is a one-and-done situation, as much as it pains me to say that.

He rises to his feet, standing over me like a godlike statue, while I try to control my unsteady breathing. Fingers reaching for his cuffs, he undoes each one.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” His mouth tilts with a faint smirk. “I’ll take my time finding out everything about you instead. Seems a lot more fun.”

My throat goes dry. “What are you gonna do to me?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Everything.”

As soon as that word leaves me, his jaw grows visibly tight, his hand balling into a fist.

A finger rolls down my lips. “That is a very dangerous invitation, baby.”

“I live on the dangerous side.”

He has no idea how true that is.

His chuckle is sinful and full of promise, sending a shudder down my arms. “You have three seconds to change your mind, baby girl. After that, you’re mine.”

My brow arches as I let my fingers run between my breasts, and that’s all it takes for his beastly side to make an appearance.

Hello, friend .

A small, deliberate smirk curls the corner of my lips. No matter what I thought before, I want this, and I want it with him.

Roughly, he flips me onto my stomach, practically ripping the zipper at my back. When the cool air hits my spine, I try to get up to take off my dress, but he stops me, planting a hand on the back of my head.

“You stay just like that. If I wanted you to move, princess, I’d tell you.”

That forceful tone has me squeezing my thighs.

He leaves me this way while he heads to grab the bag, returning within seconds. “Let’s see what we have in here.”

The seductive way he says that makes me edgy with anticipation.

He removes a black braided leather whip, rolling it down my back while I arch into it. I squeeze my legs tighter to make the ache at my center ease, but unfortunately, it only gets worse.

He lets the whip fall beside my face, revealing a pair of handcuffs next. Slowly, he drags the cold metal down, his gaze never leaving me as I gasp from the chill.

On his third reach, he pulls out a black scarf.

What’s that for?

His lips hover near my ear, the weight of his chest pressing against my back. “I’m gonna enjoy the sight of you blindfolded while I spread your thighs apart and taste your pink pussy.”

Oh…wow.

I’ve never had a guy do that to me before, and I definitely want to know what it feels like.

“How does that sound, baby?” He nips my earlobe. “Because I’ve been wondering all night what you taste like and sound like when you come.”

His hot mouth rains kisses down my nape.

“Are you loud?”

He fists my hair, dragging my head back as far as it’ll go.

“Are you shy and quiet?”

His lips graze my shoulder, his exhales feathering down my sensitive skin.

“Do you like it when a man takes control?”

I don’t know the answers to any of those questions—except maybe the last one, because I do like it when he takes control. The throbbing between my thighs becomes painful.

“Please. Touch me.” I sound beyond desperate.

Maybe if I wasn’t this turned on, I’d be embarrassed, but I don’t care right now. I need this.

A hand snakes under my chest, and he grabs my throat in a tight grip. “So polite.” His mouth lowers to my throat, and he kisses me there—once, twice—his lips brushing a line down to my collarbone. “Let’s see how wet you are for me, love.”

Oh God, he’s gonna touch me. Finally.

He shoves the dress up, tracing my pussy over the thin lacy thong. With a finger, he shoves my panties to the side, delicately stroking my clit until I’m gasping and clutching the leather beneath me.

“Cillian!”

“You sound fucking good moaning my name like that, like you’re desperate for my cock.” He nips my earlobe. “Gonna feed every inch of it into your needy little pussy.”

Those words make me crazed, wanting everything he just described.

Two fingers work my clit, and my eyes roll back, every muscle in my limbs coiling with untethered desire. He blows hot breaths across my neck while he presses a single finger inside me, my nails digging into the sofa.

The feeling isn’t foreign. I’ve done it to myself enough times. But with him, knowing it’s his thick fingers, it’s even better.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he husks, using his thumb on my clit while he forces another finger into me.

My walls clench from the slight burn, though the more he touches me, the more that pain begins to morph into pleasure.

“Oh God, yes!” My back bows, my ass pressing into his erection.

I need this man. I want to give him my virginity. He can have it all. This may be my one chance to have an amazing first time. I’ll never see him again.

“Stand up,” he demands, slipping his fingers out of me without warning, and I groan from disappointment.

He rises to full height as I try to find my equilibrium and get to my feet. Instead of waiting, he takes my hand, pulling me up before I have a chance to get my legs to move. As soon as I’m upright, I grab the front of my dress to stop it from falling, suddenly nervous for him to see me completely nude.

He steps back, eyes roaming down my body while I shudder internally from my anxiety. I’m sure a man like this has seen many women naked. What if I’m not what he likes?

“Lower your arms, Dinara. Now. Let me see you.”

Shivers rush up my arms from his deep voice. The demand in it. And before I can chicken out, I let my arms drift down until the dress falls, pooling at my feet. He sucks in an audible breath, admiring me while tremors run down my flesh.

“Jesus.” His need burns through his tone. As he nears me, his knuckles stroke over each breast before he tugs on one of my hard nipples, the sensation echoing in my clit. “You’re so beautiful.”

My heart flutters from the way he says that. From the way his eyes take me in, like he’s worshipping me. There’s no doubt that he likes what he sees, and that empowers me.

With the back of his hand, he tilts my chin up to meet his height, his mouth sinking closer and skimming past my lips. “I want to savor every inch of you and never come up for air.”

I suck in a needy, desperate breath.

Yes, please.

I reach for his back and yank up his shirt, wanting him naked too. “Take it off.”

He chuckles, all deep and raspy. “Take it off for me, love.”

Eagerly, I start on his buttons, our eyes lost to one another as I let the fabric come undone. Then he’s flinging it off, exposing his well-defined, hard flesh. When my gaze focuses on his abs, then lower, to the thick outline of his erection, he lets out a low growl.

“Touch me, leannan.”

A gorgeous man like this asking me to touch him? How can I say no? The very thought of his big, strong body on top of me makes me slicker between my thighs. I need him to finish what he started.

My bottom lip disappears between my teeth, the desperation to touch him everywhere growing almost unbearable. My fingertips glide over each one of his hard abs, his skin velvety soft. I let my touch skim up to his chest, and his muscles there jerk in response. Feeling braver, I undo his belt, tugging it out as our gazes fuse, like we’re about to enter a battle.

He wants this badly. I can feel his hunger as though it’s real, as though it’s latching on to my skin.

He doesn’t have to know about my virginity. I don’t know if that’ll be a deal breaker, and I’m definitely not willing to find out.

“Tell me what leannan means.” Popping the button of his trousers, I let my hand fall over the thick outline of his cock, stroking him there.

He hisses, fisting my hair while dragging his mouth to mine. “Sweetheart. It means sweetheart.”

He nips my bottom lip, growling when I whimper before his mouth captures mine. I gasp as he kisses me deeper, a kiss filled with fierce and unsatiated passion, sending butterflies to my gut.

My legs wrap around his hips as he lifts me up in the air. Swallowing my groans, he carries me to the bed and lowers me onto it, bringing his body down over mine. His eyes linger, the back of his hand stroking down my cheek, the other crawling down my body before he’s roughly pulling down my panties to my ankles

“You’re drenched, baby.” His fingers feather over my slit.

My back bows, wanting more, while I slip my panties off with my feet.

“All mine.” He enters me with a finger, kissing up a trail to my ear. “You need this, don’t you?”

“Yes…please…” I grab the back of his head, loving the way his heavy body feels pressing into me.

He chuckles as he starts to rise, every note of his laugh charged with desire, simmering just below the surface.

What? No!

“Where are you going?”

I’m barely able to catch my breath, lying there as he gets to his feet, leaving me in momentary suspense before he goes to retrieve the whip and scarf.

Oh…

My skin prickles as he draws closer, running the leather between my breasts and down to my achy core, dragging it against my clit until I writhe in pleasure.

“Sit up for me.”

I do as he asks, and when he ties the fabric over my eyes and everything turns pitch black, I start to get nervous again.

The whip licks over my beaded nipple, and my back arches. “Are you gonna hurt me with that?”

It lightly slaps across my skin, causing me to yelp.

“I only want to bring you pleasure. If you don’t like something, you can use a safe word.”

“Okay…” My stomach gnaws from within.

“What will it be?”

Ah! How am I supposed to come up with something on the spot? I play some words in my head until I pop out a random one.

“Sunrise.”

His raspy laughter hits from somewhere on my left. “Sunrise it is.”

Hearing his voice, but not seeing him, adds another layer of sensuality. The anticipation of what he’ll do next makes this even more thrilling.

In an instant, he flips me onto my stomach, hands grabbing my thighs and forcing my knees up until I’m spread open for him. My face heats up knowing he sees all of me, but I fight the mortification and make myself enjoy it.

Soon, all those thoughts vanish as he strokes my clit, eager fingers entering me slowly, and I groan in pleasure.

“I’m gonna enjoy watching this tight pussy take every inch of my big cock.”

My core throbs painfully. One thing I know for sure: I like dirty talk.

He wraps a hand around my throat, pulling my head back while he nudges another finger inside me. “You’re gonna take every inch and beg for more. But first, I’m gonna make you come on my fingers. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come on my tongue.”

He pistons inside me, making my eyes roll back. That overpowering sensation begins taking over until I scream his name, coming so hard I can barely breathe.

Before I can come down from the high, his mouth is on me, lips sucking my throbbing clit.

“Oh God, I can’t.”

I’m too sensitive to go again. There’s no way…

“One more. Be my good girl and give me one more.”

His good girl. Why is that so hot?

The more he swirls his tongue around my achy flesh, the more I start to want it again, my body his to command.

And with his name on my lips, I let go, grasping the sheets. Giving him what I’ve never given any man before while enjoying the hell out of it.