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Chloe
Aftershocks are still rippling through my body when I open my eyes to find Nikolai leaning over me, one hand propped on the table next to me and the other possessively cupping my s*x, two long, thick fingers buried inside me. His eyes are narrowed fiercely, his jaw taut. “I’m going to f**k you now.” His voice is hard and guttural, dangerously savage. “Do you understand?”
I do. It’s a warning as much as a statement of fact.
This is happening, and there’s no going back.
The sane part of me wants to run, to shrink back from the dark intensity in his stare, even as something twisted in me revels in his loss of control, in the raw, unvarnished hunger on his face. His smooth black hair is disheveled from my fingers, his lips glistening with my wetness, and the top buttons on his sh
