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“Come on, my dick, Iris,” I say fiercely.

“Oh—oh…”

I lean back so I can rub her clit at the same time, staring down at her, fucking her harder. My dick is throbbing with desire, threatening to burst. I look in disbelief at the beautiful mess in front of me, my big cock sliding in and out of her, her folds slick with our juices, her clit swollen and excited.

She grabs my jacket and pulls me to her, my weight trapping her against the desk. I bury my face in her neck, kissing and biting her gently.

She shatters for me.

I come a second later.

Her pulsing passage draws the release out of me, hot wave after hot wave. I’m on fire as I explode inside of her. She hugs me tightly. I lift her off the desk and cradle her against me. Her body still trembling. I come so hard I feel it spill out of her and down my throbbing balls.

Finally, she stops shaking, and I’ve given everything. I slide out of her so she can put her boots on the floor. She adjusts her dress. I pull up my pants.

“Jesus, Seren⁠—”

She screams, her eyes widening, as the door bursts open behind me.

CHAPTER 19

SERENA

Aman is charging at us with what looks like a samurai sword. I think I must be hallucinating at first. He’s shirtless with wild hair and erratic eyes. He holds the sword over his head, screeching, then slices it crazily through the air. I grab Nikolai and pull him toward me, moving at the same time.

“What the fuck?” Nikolai snarls, putting himself between the man and me.

“It has to be you,” the man says, his voice shaking. He sounds intoxicated. “The big bad man in the big bad office.”

“You’re not right,” Nikolai says. “Put that thing down before you make me hurt you.”

The man wildly swipes with the sword again. Nikolai curses and backs up toward me, reaching back so his hand is on me. He leads us around to the other side of the desk as the surreal shirtless man advances behind the point of his sword.

“Whoever paid you for this did you no favors, buddy,” Nikolai says, slowly backing up as the man circles, always keeping the desk between us. The man makes a face. “I’m right, aren’t I? What did they give you? Drugs? Or cash?”

My mind whirs. Why would Nikolai assume this? I try to think, but the sharp point of the samurai sword is making that difficult.

“They told me about you,” the man says, gesturing with the blade. “Said I had a choice. The wolf or the cub. I’m a man of honor.”

“The cub…” I trail off. “Are you talking about my daughter?”

The man laughs, out of his mind. I snap. Like a mini blackout. Before I know it, I’ve picked up the heavy stapler and thrown it at him. Hard. It bounces off his head, and he stumbles back, groaning in pain, covering his face.

Nikolai jumps over the desk and quickly picks up the sword, then slams the man across the jaw with the hilt. He tosses it aside and hauls him to his feet, shoving him against the wall.

“She asked you a question,” Nikolai bellows. “Are you talking about her girl? And who told you?”

The man blinks, blood dripping down his head.

“The man who knows the man…” He laughs deliriously.

“I think he’s concussed,” I murmur.

I must sound guilty. Nikolai turns to me with a scowl. “You heard what he said. You know why he was here. I ought to snap his neck.”

“Snap-a-crack-crack,” the man says, with another unhinged laugh.

“I need to call Anton,” I say, my thoughts spiraling quickly. “Or whichever brother is watching the school. I don’t have their number!”