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He’s my savior.

Konstantin’s strong arms wrap around me as he pulls me more firmly down on his cock. I’m filled to bursting with him and I still crave more.

He puts his lips against my ears and murmurs, “You are perfect, Lilia Aranova. You are my angel. My precious.”

His deep, gentle words glow golden in my soul. Tears of gratitude run down my cheeks. Within this tight cocoon of our bodies, everything is pure bliss. I’m perfect? I’ve never been anyone’s perfect anything. I’ve only ever been a problem. Ungrateful. A disappointment. A temptress and a whore. My past is a wasteland of pain.

I rise up his length and then sink down it again, every movement filled with ecstasy. I’ve moved beyond all that and I’m something else entirely.

I’m Konstantin’s.

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Lilia’s tears are damp against my cheek and her body is strung tight with need and gratitude.

I push her back a little, craving her tears while I fuck her. She’s so pretty when she cries, her beautiful face glistening, each tear as precious and as sparkling as diamonds.

“My perfect beauty. Show me how much you love my cock.”

Lilia grips my shoulders as she rocks against me. How eager she is to prove herself, riding my length with long, delicious movements of her body. I keep a light hold of her hips, letting her set the pace that feels best for her.

“How does it feel so good?” she pants, running her nails through my hair and down my chest. I kiss each of her breasts, lavishing her nipples with tenderness. Lilia works out all of her fear and frustration on my cock, pushing down harder and harder with every plunge of her pussy. Her cries reach a fever pitch and pleasure shoots up her body as she rides out her orgasm on my cock.

I give her a moment to catch her breath, marveling at the desire painting her delicate features. Still buried deep inside her, I pick her up and place her on my desk. She falls back on her elbows. My turn.

With her knees wrapped around my hips, I pull out of her velvet heat almost all the way and then slam into her. She falls back onto the desk with a moan. I set a hard pace and she seems to enjoy this new angle, surrendering to me and what I’m doing to her.

Lounging next to us on the table, Kirill takes a lazy swig of vodka. Elyah swipes the bottle out of his hand and takes a long drink, not taking his eyes off Lilia. They crave to fuck her. To shove their cocks in her mouth or jerk off onto her tits, but right at this moment she’s all mine.

Every thrust jolts her body. Lilia tries to hold on to me, her thighs, anything. She resorts to reaching over her head to cling to the edge of the table. Her eyes are closed and pleasure fills her face. Suddenly, she cries out long and loud, and the sight of her tits thrusting upward with her orgasm and the pulse of her pussy around my cock sends me over the edge.

I slam into her with short, urgent thrusts as my climax rocks through me. After few deep breaths, I draw my cock out of her, glistening with her wetness and my cum.

Elyah groans at the sight. Kirill runs his tongue over his upper lip.

I really fucking needed that.

I tuck myself back into my pants and do them up, before resuming my seat. I suppose we’re behind schedule now. How many more women are left today?

Number Eleven sits up, pushes off the desk and slips into my lap, her arms coming around me.

I grip the arms of the chair. “Number Eleven,” I growl, angling my head away from her, and she stiffens.

“What?”

What. NotPardon, serorI’m sorry, ser. I grasp her waist and shove her to the floor. Number Eleven falls in a heap at my feet, her expression bewildered and full of hurt.

I grip her jaw in my hand and seethe, “When I’m finished with you, wait for your orders. Don’t take fucking liberties.”

Number Eleven’s eyes widen in shock and fear. “I thought—”

“You thought what? That you’re special? That you matter just because I fucked you? I was doing you a favor, not the other way around. Did you think that I set up this whole pageant and sourced pink fucking diamonds for a woman who’s been passed around by my men?”

Lilia cringes away from me. She really thought she could dance gleefully over all my plans, tearing them apart one by one and laughing behind my back and still get the better of me? I knew I’d break her in the end. People are so easy to manipulate once you discover what they crave and make them believe you’re the only one who can give it to them. Number Eleven wanted to be special and I gave that to her. Now, it’s over.

I release her with a shove, and she visibly crumples, her shoulders rounding and her head bowed.

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