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“What...what about the...the limits card?”she stammered breathlessly.

“That card was filled out by Montana Hughes,” I answered pointedly.“So, since you broke the rules first...”

“Kasimir...”

“What, baby?”I asked, pulling the strap down over her shoulder.“What is it?”

“I want...I don’t know what I want,” she confessed, but that was okay.As long as I had her consent, that was all that mattered.

“Then let’s figure that out together.”

Chapter 16

Zoya~

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be feeling right now, but breathless wasn’t supposed to be anywhere on that list.I should be feeling angry, resentful, or even scared.After all, I was in Kasimir Korolev’s home, and it’d be nothing for him to snap my neck with no one else around to help me.

However, instead of feeling disgusted to my core, I was feeling confused about how I could be turned on by the tenor of his voice, the nearness of his body, and the look in those crazy eyes of his.Was I really this shallow?Was I really willing to ignore everything that this man was just because he was gorgeous?Kasimir Korolev was a Korolev Bratva prince; he was a killer.He was also reputed to have no soul, and I believed it.

Nevertheless, all he’d done was lower the strap of my dress, and I was already close to panting for him like a dog in heat.

Or maybe I was just lonely.

Maybe I was just lonely, depressed, and tired of barely existing.Maybe this was about more than just the money to start over new somewhere else.Maybe I just wanted to forget how crappy my life was for just one night, and I had no doubt that Kasimir could be the man to help make that happen.When Marcelle had remarked on how good Kasimir must be in bed, I’d been feeling too hateful and overwhelmed to give it any real thought, but now that there was nothing distracting me from all that sinful gorgeousness of his, I could see why she’d think that.

Kasimir grabbed my shoulders, then turned me around, and I couldn’t believe how warm his hands felt on my skin.Suddenly, I was hyper-aware of everything about him, and if I could afford to have any pride, I’d feel embarrassed right now.

“Tell me that my hands can explore your body, baby,” he said, his breath tickling my right ear.“Tell me that my lips can kiss your skin.Tell me that my tongue can lick you all over.Tell me how badly you want me to bury my face in between your thighs.”His lips danced across my skin, but barely as he added, “Or do you really want missionary only, so that I can read every expression on your face as I bury my cock so deep inside your pussy that you’ll never not feel me again.”

Missionary wasn’t supposed to sound so sinful.Missionary was supposed to be boring and at the bottom of the list of positions.Missionary was supposed to be for people who no longer felt any passion in their marriage and just wanted to get it over with.

It wasn’t supposed to sound dangerous.

“Kasimir...”I whispered, not knowing which answer to give.

That’s when I felt his hands go for the zipper on the back of my dress, and the second that the fabric fell to the floor, I knew that he was going to be able to smell me.He was going to be able to smell just how much I didn’t hate him right now.