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The taste of him was bittersweet and tears threatened to form in my eyes. He was leaving and it was likely he’d never return, but not because he wouldn’t want to.

Because he would be killed.

No. No!

I couldn’t go down that path. I couldn’t allow myself to think about any future other than right here, right now. Shoving away from him, I let out a growl of my own, tossing my hair back and forth.

He laughed softly as he cupped my breast, kneading my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Ride me, baby. Ride me like the wild little stallion you are.”

His accent seemed heavier, dirtier. Filthy visions shifted into my mind. I could ride him all night long. When he pinched my nipple, twisting and pulling the tender tissue as incentive, I bucked against him brutally, rocking up and down like a primal beast. Stars and lights and rainbows flashed in front of my eyes from the sheer pleasure. I was lost in the moment, savoring the feel and scent of him.

He was my rock.

My savior.

And I was his weakness.

Nikolai let off a series of husky growls as he brushed his hand to my other breast, swirling the tip of his finger around and around before pinching with enough pressure I threw back my head with another scream.

It seemed he continued to swell inside of me, my muscles clamping down and pulling him in even deeper. I could feel another glorious climax rushing to the surface. “I need to… come.”

“Hmmm… Should I allow the bad girl?”

My eyes finding it difficult to focus, I pouted my lips as I slowly lowered my head. “Please. Sir?”

“Sir. I think I like that. Come for me, little pet.”

As the beautiful moment blasted into me, I held back another scream, allowing the sensations to wash over me like a tidal wave of pleasure. The moment shared between us was raw and uninhibited, yet comfortable and loving. This was all about making love.

Exhaling, I continued to squeeze my thighs against him, clawing his skin as the single orgasm turned into another, this one even more intense.

His growls continued in a slow rumble, the vibrations only adding to the delight. I wasn’t certain how much time had passed.

Twenty seconds.

A full minute.

Aching all over, I finally took a gasping breath then fucked him in earnest, squeezing my muscles as the pain from the gorgeous man working my nipples skittered into my system.

When he tensed even more, now cupping and squeezing both breasts, I knew he was close to coming. I wanted him to fill me with his seed. I needed the warmth of his eruption.

I locked eyes with his as his own blissful moment shot into him. The look on his face was nothing short of carnal, the savage man continuing to claim what rightfully belonged to him. In the next few seconds, we were pulled into a beautiful vacuum.

As I clamped down even harder, he couldn’t take it any longer, arching his back as he closed his eyes with a keening roar and erupted deep inside.

Seconds later, he pulled me down, forcing me to nuzzle into his neck.

Then I heard the words I thought I’d never hear, the ones that would haunt me until the end of time.

“I love you, little pet.”

CHAPTER 15

Moscow

Nikolai

I’d left Moscow years ago as Sacha Federov. I returned as Nikolai Lenkov. Was there a difference? Some who’d known me in the past would likely say no. However, I knew the answer better than anyone.