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Chapter Seventeen

Daisy

Ilya's words echoed in my brain.

I was his? That’s what he had said. And he had said it like it was true. It wasn’t true. It had been years since I had been his, if I ever had been.

Only the way he was staring down my body, like he owned and wanted every single inch of me, was enough to make my nipples tighten. I tried to tell myself it was because of the cool night air, but deep down I knew it wasn’t.

My body always reacted to his closeness. Even when I hated him, I wanted him more.

"Ilya—" my voice shook.

"No." Tightening his fists into the edges of the towel, he trapped me against his body. My heavy breasts pressed against the hardness of his chest. Both of us were breathing heavily. "Whatever the question is, Daisy, the answer is no."

I swallowed hard. Sometimes I was sure he could read my mind. Or maybe I just wore all my thoughts on my face.

"I don’t share, Daisy." Slowly he dropped the towel but kept it looped around my waist like a rope tethering me to him, andI could feel him pressing against my body. Thick and hard and impossibly long. My mouth was suddenly dry but at the same time full of saliva.

"Not when it comes to you." He flexed into me, and a startled, needy moan escaped my lips. "You are mine, Daisy, until the day you fucking die." His head shot down and his lips crashed into mine. But only for a second. "I was the first man you were ever with, and I will be the only."

I opened my mouth to speak, and his tongue snaked into my mouth to silence me. And what was there to say anyway? There was no arguing with Ilya when he was in this kind of mood. There was no arguing with him anytime, actually, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. Not when his mouth was on mine and the hard lines of his body were pressed against mine.

The hands on the towel finally loosened, and it pooled at my feet, leaving me completely naked for his eyes, and what I was hoping would soon be his hands and mouth as well.

"I want you," he murmured against my lips with a groan that made my lady parts clench with need. "I want you so fucking badly that sometimes I think I’m going crazy." Ilya's lips dropped from my mouth to my jaw and trailed a burning line of need across my skin. Dropping his head further, he nuzzled into my throat. The tip of his tongue lapping at my thundering pulse.

"Tell me you want me," he ordered, and this time I wanted to obey him because I did want him.

I wanted him all the damn time, even when I hated myself for feeling that way.

It took me a few seconds to realize he had stopped kissing me and was now staring down at me, waiting for me to answer.

Tilting my head up, I reached for his belt buckle. "I want this."

The belt was easy to undo. The top button of his trousers was harder. He watched me struggle with it with a smile. "Thatwasn’t what I asked, Daisy," he said finally, dropping his hands to help me. "Tell me you want me."

Catching up both of my wrists, he stopped me from delving my hand inside. Not that I really needed to. The thick, long line of his cock was already pushing its way free.

"Tell me."

"I want you." The words blurted from my lips before I could stop them. What would be the point of lying anyway? My body was trembling with need, and he could see it.

"Good." He nodded his head once and stepped back an inch. I almost cried out.

Was he going to walk away? Was this just a game to him? Another way of punishing me for leaving him when he was the one who sent me away? But I didn’t have to worry. Reaching down, he tugged his shirt up and over his head.

The body he uncovered was perfection. Tanned and hard. Not one ounce of fat. He was all rippling muscle. Like a big cat.

Only big cats weren’t as dangerous as Ilya was.

"Tell me what you want—"

The words had barely left his mouth before I was touching him. Sliding my hand down the hard planes of his chest until I came to the gaping triangle of his pants. My hand delved inside. Closing around the thick base, I squeezed and was rewarded by a low, breathy moan.

Slowly, I moved my hand up and down, my eyes glued to his face. I knew what I wanted. And that was him. My mouth was watering with need. Other places leaked as well.

I knew that if I threw myself at him, he would take me hard and fast. But I wanted to see him come undone.