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“You can’t just decide I’m yours,” I argue, trying to maintain some sanity. “That’s not how things works.”

“It is with me.” His voice drops lower, sending shivers down my spine. “You know what they call me?”

“The Serpent,” I breathe out.

A dangerous smile curves his lips. “And do you know why?”

I shake my head, mesmerized by how his massive body moves as he gets even closer.

His hand slides to my waist, and my traitor body leans into his touch. “I strike fast, I strike hard, and I always get what I want.”

“And what do you want?” The words slip out before I can stop them.

“You.” Just one word, but it’s filled with so much heat and promise that my knees go weak. “Every.” His lips brush my ear. “Single.” His other hand tangles in my hair. “Inch.”

“Riku…” It comes out as a whimper, and I feel his body tense in response.

“Say it again.” His grip tightens.

“What?”

“My name.” He pulls back just enough to stare into my eyes. “I want to hear you say it again.”

“Riku,” I whisper, and his control snaps.

His mouth crashes onto mine, and holy hell, this is nothing like any kiss I’ve ever had. It’s possessive, hungry, almost desperate. Like he’s been starving for me his whole life. His tongue slides against mine, and I moan, my hands grabbing onto his broad shoulders just to stay upright.

Riku growls - actually growls - and suddenly my feet leave the ground. He sits me on his desk, stepping between my thighs, his big hands gripping my hips. I should be freaking out. Should bepushing him away and running for the door. Instead, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.

“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“You’ve been imagining this?” I gasp as his mouth moves to my neck.

“Since the second I saw you.” His teeth graze my skin, making me shiver. “Been thinking about all the ways I want to make you mine.”

His hands slide up my sides, thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts, and it’s like every nerve ending in my body lights up at once. “Riku…”

“Tell me you feel it too,” he demands, pulling back to look into my eyes. “Tell me it isn’t just me.”

I should lie. Should play it cool. But with his dark eyes burning into mine, his hard body pressed against me, I can’t think straight enough to be anything but honest.

“It’s not just you.”

His answering smile is devilish. “Good girl.”

I’m so fucking screwed!

Chapter 3

RIKU

The words “good girl” have barely left my lips when someone pounds on the door. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“What?” I bark out, keeping Maryam locked in my arms.

“Boss Kenji needs you,” one of our men calls through the door.

I press my forehead against Maryam’s, taking deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart and aching cock. She’s trembling, her lips swollen from my kisses, looking so fucking perfect I can barely stand it.

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