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“Want me. Say you want me,” the scoundrel orders, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him, while he begins to slowly push in, but not enough. My lower belly was twisted so tightly with desire that it almost hurt, and the fact that he wouldn’t give me what I craved made me want to cry.

“N–no,” I stubbornly deny, unable to force the words out, and Kirill’s devilishly perfect smile spreads with triumphant amusement.

“Liar. You’ve already soaked the whole table with your sweetness, and still you resist. You’re lucky I’m on the edge myself—otherwise I’d punish you for being so disobedient,” he whispers against my lips and gives them a light bite.

A confident push slid along my sensetive walls, expanding me from the inside, and a sob escaped my lips. Kirill caught that moan with his lips, crashing onto them like a sweeping storm.

It took me a moment to realize that no one was holding my hands anymore, but by then I could hardly stop myself or pull away. I had remembered our intimacy so many times and secretly wished to experience it again, but never thought it would actually happen. He was already inside me, and it felt so overwhelming that I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

“Bastard,” I whispered, grabbing the man’s shoulders in response to the kiss.

The man's pace quickens. He holds my hips tightly with his hands and pushes me onto himself.

I grabbed his hair tighter, pulling him closer, and we shared one breath between us, caught up in the madness of the moment.

With fierce determination, I pressed against him, wanting to reach a release, and Kirill understood the signal, drawing even closer and moving more deeper. I literally shook from the overwhelming sensations and a scream escaped my throat.

I arched my back and the man laid me on the table, continuing to pound me and prolong my unforgettable moment. The last pushes were especially strong and a groan escaped the impudent man’s lips as he came INTO ME.

"Are you completely out of your mind?!" I hissed at him, glaring and twisting beneath him. "Couldn’t you pull out on time?!

"It’s hard to control myself around you," the man grinned smugly, stepping away from me, and I feel hot moisture flowing from my crotch. "Don’t worry, on the way to my place we’ll stop at a pharmacy and get some emergency contraception. We don’t need any unexpected “ankle-biters” right now."

Oh, you damn stud! He doesn’t need any ankle-biters! And they don’t need you either!

All the excitement and thrill before had vanished. Anger boiled in my veins like fuel to a fire.

"Get away from me, you jerk!" I growled, hopping down from the table on trembling legs.

"Not a chance. That’s not enough for me, we’re going to my place," he said in that calm, commanding tone, as if giving orders to his subordinates, while tucking his “assets” into his trousers.

"Go to hell!" I snapped, meeting the incredulous, furious gaze of his green eyes. "Roll your lip! I’m not going anywhere with you."

Not enough for him! Let him go and fuck his Mila, since it’s not enough! Now it’s clear why I got pregnant—he treats this matter with absolute disregard! Good thing my cycle hasn’t started yet after giving birth due to frequent breastfeeding, but we still need to stop by the pharmacy.

“You’ll go nicely. We’ll continue there, and then we’ll talk,”—his tone was intimidating and absolute, and his eyes were both commanding and resolute. From his expression, it was clear that the man had no intention of backing down and meant to carry out what he said.

I can’t go with him. I need to go home, to the kids. But most of all, something else worried me. If I go with him, I’ll completely lose my mind over this man. And seeing this side of the brunette, I realize he’s a lust-driven tyrant, intolerant of objections, and utterly incapable of accepting refusal. I don’t want to become a mindless puppet in his hands for carnal pleasures.

Kirill tried to grab my hand, but I dodged. Then, with a sudden jerk, he was next to me and seized my waist with his huge hand, pressing me—on one side to himself, on the other to the table.

“Vicky,” he murmured in a coaxing yet harsh tone. “I didn’t ask. You caught me, now deal with the consequences. You’ll be where I say and do what…”

I didn’t let him finish, swinging the lamp on the table with full force. The blow landed solidly somewhere around his ear and shoulder. The man growled but loosened his grip, giving me a chance to escape the trap of his grasping hands.

I quickly run out of the library, grabbing my things, and head down the house’s inner staircase, straightening my appearance on the go—which, I’m sure, nothing can improve at this point. I pull a compact mirror from my clutch mid-step and gasp at what I see. Using a damp wipe, I clean my smeared lips, but those hickeys on my neck aren’t so easy to hide.

What a bastard!

I shift more hair forward, letting it fall across my face. Scanning the hall full of people, I don’t spot Danil. Well, he’ll have to forgive me, but I urgently need to get out, so I head straight for the mansion’s exit—only to be intercepted right at the door.

“Vicky!” Danil calls, concern in his eyes as he notices my appearance. “Did something happen? I was looking for you.”

“I… I… started feeling unwell and was in the ladies’ room,” I lie without blushing. “I’m sorry, but it’s better if I just head home now.”

“Of course,” my friend replies, worried. “I’ve already spoken with Baleshina. There’s nothing more for us to do here.”

We step outside and head toward the area where many taxis are parked. Grabbing Danil’s hand, I sneak a quick glance back and see Kirill standing on the second-floor terrace. He’s watching us leave, his lips tightly pressed together, fists clenched. Adrenaline pulses in my ears, and the last word will be mine, so I confidently flip him off.

His face twists into a grimace, and the furious green eyes of the brunette narrow even more—promising nothing good, but certainly foreshadowing an inevitable confrontation.