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Liora's POV

I woke up throbbing.

My fingers had been buried between my thighs for hours last night, circling my swollen clit just like Nikolai commanded, but never pushing myself over the edge.

The ache between my legs was unbearable now, a constant, wet, needy pulse that refused to fade.

You're pathetic.

I pressed my face into the pillow, trying to smother the shame. How could I be this wet for a man who had me fingered on his lap like a toy? A man whose hands were stained with blood?

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    Nikolai’s POVLiora was still in my lap when she decided the evening needed a new plan.She shifted until she was comfortably straddling me, arms draped around my neck, and looked at me with that soft, spoiled expression she had been wearing since she first climbed onto me.“Order something,” she said. “And put on a movie. I want to stay like this.”I raised a brow, hands resting on her hips. “You’re giving orders now?”She nodded, completely unapologetic. “Yes. Food. Movie. You.”A low breath left me, half amusement, half resignation. I reached for my phone without making her move and ordered a simple spread - pizza, a few lighter dishes, and a bottle of wine. Then I turned on the large screen across from the sofa and put on the first movie that required no real attention. By the time the food arrived, she had already made herself at home against my chest, legs tucked around me, clearly with no intention of sitting properly.We ate like that. I fed her more than she fed herself, and

  • The Mafia King's Collateral    Maybe a little

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  • The Mafia King's Collateral    Come here honey

    Nikolai’s POVThe walk back to the suite felt longer than it should have.Liora stayed close beside me, her hand in mine, but my attention kept drifting. Every few steps I found myself glancing down at the side of her head, at the place where her hair partially covered the fresh tattoo behind her ear. The knowledge of what was written there sat heavily under my skin. Yours. Four letters. Permanent. Chosen by her. I had remained controlled in the studio, but the restraint was beginning to thin now that we were alone.The moment the suite door closed behind us, the quiet of the room settled around me like pressure. Liora slipped off her shoes and turned toward me, still slightly flushed from the experience. I watched her for a second longer than necessary before speaking.“Come here.”She walked over without hesitation. I lifted both hands and carefully brushed her hair back behind her ear, exposing the small protective covering over the fresh ink. My thumb hovered just beneath it, c

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