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As if hearing the unspoken word that rests on my tongue, he kisses me ferociously, reminding me that this is all it can ever be.

And, fuck, does it taste good.

I align myself over his cock, and without warning, he forces me down, impaling me. Bark scratches up my back as he thrusts into me like a madman. He raises a hand to the tree beside my head, and as I follow the movement while being fucked within an inch of my life, I realize he's grabbed the handle of one of the embedded knives, using it as leverage as he fucks me harder.

Jesus Christ, this man is crazy.

But he can certainly do wilder things to my body.

I'm at his mercy, being consumed, and I fucking love it. I love forgetting about who I'm supposed to be. In this moment, I’m somebody I don't recognize. And most importantly, I’m getting off on the one man who knows how to set my entire body alight like exposed wires.

My nails dig into his back, demanding more.

“Harder, make me bleed,” he growls. I don't even question it. I put all my force into my nails dragging down the carved muscles of his back, marking him. He makes a guttural noise, encouraging me to do it again and again as his hips thrust feverishly.

His body encompasses me, as if I'm being devoured whole. I feel like a captured obsession, and I'm a fool for demanding more.

My orgasm begins to build, and I lean forward and bite him on the neck. He curses, jerking into me. And the moment I feel his cum release inside me, I breakapart, wanting to milk every drop as I bite harder, silently demanding more.

This madness doesn't make sense in my mind.

But it only has to make sense to my body.

As my world comes apart, I fracture into somebody new.

I might not know who I’m becoming, but what I do know is that I will never be the same after Nikolai.

16

NIKOLAI

Sienna stares out the car window. Andrei drives the car in front of us, and two of my men tail us in a third vehicle.

She looks beautiful today in a loose, light-green two-piece outfit. Though every color looks vibrant against her sun-kissed skin, it has more to do with that ray of fucking sunshine that seems to beam out of her, even when she doesn't realize it.

She's wearing gold sunglasses, and although I can't see her eyes, I can tell she's nervous by the way she fidgets with her hands.

I feel like an asshole, and she's going to be extremely pissed. The last time I took her out was to make her dive with a shark. I certainly haven't given her any hints as to what today entails, but she's wise to know that something is about to happen.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks as we drive deeper into a wooded area and down a more inconspicuous road, where what looks to be a small, abandoned cabin comes into view.

The Wolf owns multiple properties scattered across Europe that house his alternative methods of torture and entertainment.

As directed, once a week, I’m to send him compelling evidence of his captive being very uncomfortable, for his own amusement, of course.

Despite it being my duty, it's becoming more difficult to execute something so cruel against her when I'm already having so much fun toying with her in my own personal way.

When I look at it logically, it would appear I'm becoming attached, not that I’ll ever admit it to Agata.

I'm not one to develop feelings for people, so perhaps it's because I know Sienna will be back in her world soon, and I'll remain in the shadows in mine.

Selfishly, part of me wants to brand her, fuck with her head so much that every day she’ll wake up in a cold sweat, still thinking about me once this is all said and done.

“Nikolai, I asked where you’re taking me.” Her tone has an icy bite to it.

“Do you trust me?”

“No,” she scoffs.