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    Miki was just ying moundst night


    Thonid he was. Abst


    a the whole cái ter thing


    Biches white t sien the way his eyes darkened when I said no, Lalso saw the way he’d respected it. Pulled away with a smirk and a raised brow like we were ying a game of chicken neither of us wanted to end.


    Still, at the rate we met going? That was probably next on the Est


    4 bit demen an my lower lip as I settled into the smooth leather seat of the limousine. The red dress stretched just slightly when I crossed my legs, the


    cool against my skin. N ki satanoss homine, his legs sprawled wide, one arm thrownrily over the backrest as he sipped something amber from a crystal pins that looked elder than may entire wardrobe,


    Hevesicked toward me from under hisshes.


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    “Why are you so horns all the time?” Lasked, narrowing my eyes at him.


    The man hadthe audacity to look wounded. His brows lied as he swirled the drink in his ss, voice drenched in mock offense. “All the time? It’s been


    houn


    i had been hours since we got off the private jet–because of course, <b>the </b>bastard had a private jet and not even ten minutes had passed from take off to me getting paned on the in fight bad. That stupid decadent bedroom tucked into the tail end of the ne, with ckout shades and silk sheets that had no business being that soft


    had marks on my thighs from where he’d gripped them. Still felt sore in the way that made my spine tingle every time I shifted my legs.


    Haned in suddenly, and before I could flinch, his lips brushed my ear. “Don’t act like you didn’t love every second of it. How’s it feel,” his breath was wam, his woice low, “being part of the mile high <b>club</b><b>, </b>Mrs. Vetrov?”


    When had he gotten so close?


    My eyes widened<b>, </b><b>and </b>I turned away fast, only to feel his teeth grase the shell of my ear before biting down–<b>hard</b>. A shiver ran down my back, entirely involuntary.


    I <b>barely </b>managed to push out a weak protest. “We’re not having sex with the driver in the front.”


    “The divider’s up,” he said, like that was supposed to help.


    Heughed a deep, rich thing that vibrated <b>in </b>my chest. “Still got a little morality left, do you?” His fingers slid slowly across my waist, down the side <b>of </b>my thigh, bunching up the dress as he whispered,I thought I lucked that out of you earlier. <b>Do </b>you think the flight attendant didn’t hear you moaning on mytock like a whore??


    My entire body went still. He rose up my neck, blooming <b>over </b>my cheeks and ears like wildfire. The velvet of the <b>dress </b>clung to my thighs, and I felt the telitale wetness starling to <b>soak </b>through thece panties underneath


    Ieded to stop hom


    The dress had just been steamed And the silver and ruby jewelry set Niki <b>picked </b>out for me–subtle but expensive–looking–glinted under the soft


    interior lights of the top, dele’t want to walk into a formal banquet looking like just gotten linger fucked in the backseat of a limousine


    mone immediately. Like I’d pressed a button


    The decimus smule remained on his face, but his hands dropped from my waist without profest. We both knew the rule now when I called him Niko, meant dent Map rmined to But when fused his full name Niki he listened


    sumpoken boundary. A kind of twisted tant we’d established in the past week


    maned back, looking entirely to satisfied with himsell. “As you wish


    Ged, he was infuriating


    Tran a hand put my neck, my fingers brushing over concrated hickeys. A shameful little thrill moved through me. I’d let him do it. I’d asked him to. Over and over. I can’t want to think about what that said about me


    The werd par


    I was starting to think it wasn’t enough. Like he was corrupting ine.


    – I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who begged to be hurt. Who liked being told she was a mess, that looked like one, that I was made for his cock. But


    somewhere between our fourth and fith night together, I realized: Thad a thing. A very specific, filthy little thing


    Pain Degradation Praiseced with cruelty.


    And the worst part? He knew.


    He was turning me into someone I didn’t recognize.


    I didn’t know what scared me more that I was letting <b>it </b>happen… or that I didn’t want it to stop.


    Last night, he’d said something that echoed in my brain now.


    How do you expect me to go back to normal sex after this?


    Hwallowed hard.


    was going to do when this was over?


    <b>I </b>supposed to find someone else! Some normal <b>guy </b>who didn’t own <b>a </b>private jet? Who didn’t fuck like he’d spent ten years thinking about exactly how to break mel


    I stared out the linted window, the city lights flickering across the ss.


    Maybe I was bing a manist like him. A sex addict.


    Maybe I liked it.


    The limo slowed to a slop, and a secondter the driver’s voice came throu


    through the inte.


    exhaled sknly


    Niki sat down his ss and adjusted his <b>jacket</b>. The air shifted between us instantly–like he’d flipped a switch inside himself. The hunger in his eyes


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    tofficial outing an my wife,” he said, “People will stare, Seme will smile to your face and insult you behind your back,


    Don’t let it get


    Auchind me, eyes unreadable. “My father will be there. Probably Demitritoo


    My jaw tightened, but i forced myself toned again. “Thigured


    both second out of the lim


    The night air was crisp, sharp against my skin as emerged, I reached for Niki’s arm instinctively, and he offered it, his fingers curling around mine as he guided me un the carpeted stair


    My hair was twiged into a low bun, clipped in ce with a


    nude enough for the kind of crowd we were walking in that matched the ruby’s at my throat and ears. The set was delicate, just barely


    Niki had insisted that i wear the red dress <b>because </b>it looked amazing on me. But at the end of the day he’d left the decision on me. I could choose the


    i dress fromst night or the <b>red </b>one.


    I was still getting used to all of this. To wearing things that weren’t jeans and a hoodie in public. But ultimately, I went with Niki’s choice and wore the


    But now, standing in the marble vestibule of a guttering ballroom surrounded by people who looked like they’d eaten caviar since infancy, I suddenly felt


    The banquet hall doors were already open, light spilling out across polished floors. A man in a navy zer greeted us with a strained smile, murmured something in Russian, and gestured <b>usin</b>.


    Loon’t have time to brace myself.


    Niki’s father found <b>us </b>first


    “Ah.” he said, voice smooth and too loud. “Niki”


    He approached with a firm handshake, dressed in a three piece ck suit with gold cufflinks, his remaining <b>salt </b>and pepper hair slicked back.


    He eyes were sharp.


    Ho smo? Fake


    And as tesped Nikota’s hand and pulled him in for a stiff shoulder–hug… he looked straight through me.


    <b>Didn’t </b>speak to me. Didn’t acknowledge m


    ade of smoke


    falood there<b>, </b>dumbstruck, for a hall second too long


    Then my grip on Niki’s arm tightened,