ARIANNA I let out a dry chuckle. “There's a name for that. Obsession,” but then I paused. “No, it's sickness. You have a wife and still behave like this? You should have a bit of shame, Nikolai.”“Shame doesn't exist,” he reached for my hair and a shaky breath ripped through me as he ran his fingers through my hair. “The colour changed.”“None of your business,” I retorted as I slapped his hands off. But Nikolai was waiting, he grabbed my hand before I could protest, pinning it above my head, causing me to fall flat on the sofa.“You—” my chest heaved as I struggled to steady my erratic breath. “Let me go.”“No,” his palm settled on my thighs, his fingers grazing my skin through the fabric. Heat pooled low in my belly instantly, jitters running underneath my skin.Everything was familiar. The touch, the caress, the silent desire. Even though it's been years, my body still remembered.“Remind me where you love to be touched the most.”“I do not love being touched,” I gritted as I prot
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