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Aftershock after aftershock forced his name to rip its way out of my throat. It was a never-ending pleasure.

"Fuck." There was the sound of another zipper being yanked down, and suddenly I was in his arms. My legs coaxed around his waist as he surged forward.

The thick head of his cock pressed against me and then slid into me an inch.

"Ilya." My nails dragged down his shoulders, desperate to try and get him as naked as I was. Growling, he surged upwards. Filling me completely with his cock. And unlike the first time we had been together, there was no pain. Just more pleasure than I knew what to do with.

I gave up trying to yank his shirt from his shoulders and just clung to him instead. My body bouncing against his, meeting every one of his thrusts with my own.

Our lips came back together. Teeth clashing so hard I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I’d make him bleed, I realized, as I sucked his tongue into my mouth.

There was no time for words; there was only this.

Knees bent, he slammed into me. Filling me until there was nowhere else to go. Sweat coated his gorgeous face as he buried his face into the crook of my neck and sucked.

One hand under my ass, he kneaded my breast with the other, and the entire time his cock throbbed inside of me. Growing harder and bigger with every thrust.

"Fuck, Daisy Doo," he finally let go of my throat and fell into my old pet name. "Cum for me. Cum around my cock. I’m begging you. Please."

Maybe it was the please that did it. Maybe it was because I was so close already, but I came. Head thrashing back and forth, I screamed his name.

A low grunt, and he slammed into me. Five low, shallow strokes that forced my orgasm to go on and on. My vision went black.

But I could feel him inside of me. He throbbed, his cock growing to monstrous proportions, and then he groaned my name. I could feel the second his cock twitched and spilled inside of me.

"Fuck." Breathing heavily, he finally stilled, his head dropping to lean against mine. "Fuck, that was—" he trailed off.

I couldn’t help it; I caressed down his cheek. "I know," I whispered.

It was the wrong thing to say. The moment the words left my lips, his head snapped up. Eyes flashing, he placed me back on my feet, and my knees sagged.

"Go to your room now, Daisy." Gone was the softness, the moans of pleasure. His eyes had already turned cold again.

I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at him. My clothes twisted around me and his seed leaking from my body. "Ilya," I tried to reach him again.

He stepped back, his clothes already straightened and zipped up. "Don’t touch me, Daisy." A cruel smile spread across his face. "What do you think just happened? Did you think it was love?" He chuckled coldly. "It was hate fucking and nothing more. I can’t stand to even look at you, let alone have your hands on me."

I stared at him in shock. That wasn’t true. I knew that. If he really felt that way, he would have fucked me and not been so worried about my pleasure.

"Thanks." Ilya's hands went to straighten his already straight collar as he headed back to the desk. "I have some paperwork to finish. You may go now."

He dismissed me just like that. Tears rushed into my eyes. I wouldn’t cry; I would not let him see my tears. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that.

Bundling my clothes into my arms, I ran.

Chapter Fourteen

Daisy

I hated Ilya Popovitch.

That was it; I hated him. More specifically, I hated everything he was doing to me. Sure, he hadn’t touched me since that night in his office. Sometimes I thought it would be better if he did. At least if we were intimate, it would give all this hostility an outlet.

All we had now were filthy looks, sharp cruel jibes at each other, and what seemed like the endless line of beautiful women he brought back to the apartment once Alec was in bed for the night.

And they were all the opposite of me. Beautiful, polished, refined-looking women who should have graced the covers of glossy magazines.

He made sure I saw them, and if by some miracle I missed their arrival, he sure as hell made sure I heard them.