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I would never allow anything to happen to him ever again.

When I moved past my soldiers, I noticed Sergei’s expression of disbelief.

“Get the damn car. You’re taking me to the vet.”

CHAPTER 4

Isabel

“You’re a very bad girl.” His harsh whisper was laced with deep, dangerous hunger befitting a man like Maxsim Aristov. He rubbed the flat of his hand down my arm, his light touch causing goosebumps to trail behind.

I shuddered audibly, my body swaying from the rush of desire chasing away my stubborn fear. Not of him, although by all rights I should fear being in his company. He’d proven to be a formidable man capable of getting everything he wanted.

Including me.

He was also a perfect villain, the kind of man all whose opposition should be terrified of defying. Handsome, debonaire, and powerful, he carried himself as if he owned the world and those around him mere subjects to carry out his biddings.

Instead, I was frightened of how intense my feelings had become. My mind was muddled with every reason I shouldn’t want him or this, but nothing so far had prevented my body from craving his or thoughts regarding the future.

As he lowered his head, nuzzling against my ear and with the feel of his hot breath dancing across my skin, I bit back another moan. I did so enjoy teasing him.

“A very bad girl who needs strict discipline.” Using a single finger, he rolled the tip just underneath the deep V cut of the stunning ruby red piece of lingerie he’d purchased.

Just to be able to remove it himself.

The rough pad of his finger created a wave of sensations that made it impossible to remain standing still. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, which was why he was taking his time. As he nipped my earlobe, he rolled his fingertip along my spine as if counting every vertebra.

I experienced a sudden loss of focus while my pulse thrummed heavily in my neck. He chuckled just before darting the tip of his tongue inside the shell of my ear.

There was no chance of holding back a subtle yet telling whimper. My pussy throbbed in anticipation and when he lowered one thin strap over my shoulder then the other, I was lost in a sea of anticipation.

He didn’t need to tug the nightgown to the floor. The silky material slipped ever so slowly past my hips, shimmying around my feet. Standing completely naked in front of him, I was struck by how sinfully freeing the moment was.

When he cupped my face, his eyes finding mine, I was stilled by his expression.

As if the man owned every inch, every movement and could do anything he wanted. The thought alone made me wet.

He took one scattered breath after another while brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. The simple shake of his head held such meaning and for a man whose preferred emotion was anger, the moment of tenderness held me in awe.

“So beautiful and all mine.” The first taste of his lips brought another wave of shivers.

I leaned into him, pressing my hands against his chest. The feel of his rippling muscles under my fingertips created a sharp wave of electricity. As always. I was already lightheaded and when he shifted one hand to the back of my head, fisting my hair and digging his fingers into my scalp, there was no doubt about his possessive nature.

The kiss was gentle at first, nothing more than another reminder of his powerful hold over me. But as he swept his tongue inside, tiny prickles of golden stars floated in front of my eyes from how lightheaded I’d become. I clung to his shirt as if fearful I’d fall even while knowing he’d never allow that to happen.

He was sensual in every action, taking the time to explore my mouth. But as with all things regarding the man, his hold and actions became rougher. Then again, so did mine. We were both famished, almost as if we’d never been together before.

I craved the feel of his thick cock buried deep inside, but I sensed he wasn’t ready to fall prey to his needs. Not yet. Not until he was proven right about me needing discipline. The thought was as enticing as his hold. Perhaps his domination of me was everything I’d never known I’d been missing.

When he pulled his lips free, he took a deep breath before dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. With no additional words spoken, he led me to the window, turning me to face the clear glass.

I didn’t need to be told to remain in position. He kissed my shoulder and ran his fingers through my long hair before backing away. In the reflection I watched as he moved to a table, selecting whatever implement he planned to use in disciplining me.

The thrill coursing through me kept my pussy throbbing. My core was on fire and the rapid thudding of my heart echoed in my ears.

I turned my head and realized what he’d selected.

A cane.