Page 55 of Keeping My Enemies Closer: Pt. 1

My eyes widened at that.“N...no...I mean, I agree that there should be a prenup, but-”

“Unless you want my word in writing, there will be no prenup,” he stated firmly.“What is mine will become yours to do with whatever you wish.”

“Kasimir, I don’t want your money-”

“It will not be my money once we get married,” he went on, stopping my protests.“While I’m not sure what marriage means to you, to me, we will become one until we are breathing the same air,lepestok.We will become one until we can’tbreathewithout each other.”

Heat danced down my spine as his words washed over me, and I didn’t know any men that spoke like that.Kasimir spoke like he was living inside a dark romance novel, and I’d be lying if I’d said that it didn’t steal my breath when he spoke that way.

When his hand cupped my left breast, I reached out to grab onto him, the heat from his palm searing through the lace fabric of my bra.Kasimir’s hands were always hot to the touch whenever he put them on my body, and I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d felt something so easily down to my toes.

“I can’t think when...when you touch me like this,” I confessed.

Kasimir grinned wolfishly.“That’s the whole point, Zoya.”

When he leaned down to kiss me, I didn’t stop him.Instead, I ran my hands up his chest to anchor around his neck, and I kissed him back.I kissed him back like this wasn’t the craziest relationship that I’d ever been in.I kissed him back like I knew what I was doing, which I didn’t.At least, not mentally or emotionally.Physically, I was craving what Kasimir did to me, but that’s because sex was simple.It was only emotions that complicated sex.

Breaking the kiss, Kasimir straightened as he reached for the button of my jeans, and that crazy dual-colored gaze of his held me trapped as the sound of my zipper lowered, and I didn’t put up any kind of resistance at all.I didn’t care about the staff, guards, or anything else.Yeah, the door to the library was closed, but still.

Once the zipper to my jeans was down, Kasimir grabbed me by the hips, then lifting me like I was nothing, he carried me farther into the room, placing me in front of the table.Then, he turned me around, placing his hand on my back, pushing me down until I was bent over the sleek wood.

I closed my eyes as I felt him pushing my jeans and panties down over my hips, and if he didn’t get me home in time to take a quick shower, then I was going to go to work smelling like him, and I wondered if that’d been his plan all along.

With his breath hot on my ear, he said, “I can’t stop wanting to pump you full of my cum, baby.”

Suddenly, I felt breathless, but that’s what he always did to me.His words of seduction should be offensive, but they weren’t.All they did was make me want him more, and there really had to be something seriously wrong with me to want Kasimir Korolev this way.

“Tell me that’s what you want also,” he ordered.“Tell me that you love how I fill that sweet cunt up with my seed.”

I did love it, and that was the problem.

Chapter 27

Kasimir~

I was addicted to hearing Zoya beg for my cock, so that’s why I kept demanding that she tell me how much she loved the way that I owned her pussy.Knowing how she’d wanted nothing to do with me at first, I needed the constant validation to be able to do all the dirty stuff that I loved doing to her body.