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“Now the real party is about to start,” he groans enticingly in my ear.

CHAPTER TEN

VALENTIN

An alpha wolf always maintains a watchful eye on its prey, sensing any weakness. Relying on the elements of surprise, I had set a trap for my Krasotka, and she fell right into it, sneaking into my party.

But I realize now that tricking her into coming tonight was a mistake.

As soon as I entered the room and caught sight of her, even obscured by that alluring black mask that hid her eyes, I understood quite how seriously I’d miscalculated.

As I watched her talk to Ivy, I realized I couldn’t let Ivy find out that it was Lexi behind the mask. If she did, she would immediately rush over to Nikolai and tell him that the girl who had kidnapped me was here. He would kill her before I ever had a chance to say goodbye.

So, in a moment of blind panic, I hurried over and invited her to dance. Unfortunately, that turned out to be my second blunder of the evening.

The moment she was in my arms, I lost all sense of reality, not even recognizing myself.

Her body felt incredible, pulling me into a blissful oblivion, so captivated that I completely forgot where I was until it wastoo late. Every pair of eyes in the room was now firmly fixed on us, questioning what kind of spell she must have cast upon my heart to make me brave enough to dance with her in a room full of organized crime leaders.

I had unwittingly made my Krasotka the talk of the evening, and everyone wanted to know who she was.

Then I committed the biggest mistake of the night, kissing her in front of everyone. What on earth was I thinking? The truth is, I wasn’t thinking at all.

Panic flickered in her eyes as my lips brushed against hers.

A fire of curiosity ignited within me, and I refused to hold back. I’m the Brigadier, after all, so I confidently declared that she was mine.

Surprisingly, at this news, she pressed her waist against my rock hard cock and said the only words I wanted to hear on my birthday. “Yes, Daddy!” At that moment, I lost control, ready to dive deeper into the chaotic web in which I found myself entangled.

Her hand trembles in mine as we rush through the ballroom, the music fading behind us. She stumbles slightly, caught in a whirlwind of excitement and nerves, but I keep moving, weaving past the crowd of partygoers, tuning out their curious stares and whispers.

My heart races in my chest, the undeniable connection between the two of us igniting alarm bells in my mind, ringing loud and clear.

Once in the elevator alone, I slam her against the wall, making all her breath punch out of her lungs. “Krasotka, you’ve been a bad girl,” I growl in her ear. “A very, very bad girl.”

“You’re the one who kissed me in front of everyone,” she says, a smile on her lips.

I press my hands against the wall on both sides of her face, edging closer, deliberately invading her space. My cock pushesagainst my slacks, feeling the heat of her proximity. I lean down, my lips grazing hers in a teasing, not-quite kiss. “You’ll be punished for making me kiss you.”

I press my lips fiercely against hers, feeling her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Every part of my body craves her, as if I’m trying to break through every barrier and consume her from the inside out.

But then, the door swings open, and I tease her lower lip with my teeth before pulling back. I pull her into the penthouse, slam her against the wall, and kiss her again, this time with a burning intensity. I part her legs just enough for her to slide her thigh between mine.

Her fingers trail over my suit. Slowly, she removes my jacket and unbuttons my shirt one button at a time. “Valentin,” she says, her teeth grazing my lower lip.

God help me. I think I’m losing my mind!

I love the sound of my name on her lips. My desire swells, and I bite back a growl. “Krasotka, I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Her eyes gleam, and a slight smirk touches her lips at the thought.

I kiss her again, drawing us both into the bedroom now. She whimpers against my mouth, and her fingers tighten around my belt as we stumble together, inseparably, into the room.

As we reach the bed, I throw her onto it, pausing to take in the beauty of her figure. “Come here,” I whisper, reaching for her ankle and yanking her toward me, until she tumbles off the edge. A playful squeak of protest escapes her.

I slip off her heels, allowing them to fall to the floor.

Then, my fingers grasp the hem of her dress to lift it over her head. She isn’t wearing any underwear. I gaze at her hairless pussy with a hungry stare. “That’s pretty.” I pull the dress past her lace black bra and toss it aside before unbuckling her bra.