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And she stayed.

I text one line.

Prepare the marriage documents. Full name: Clara Elise Donahue. New designation: Clara Maksimovna Vasilieva.

I stare at the screen for a moment, then lock it and slide it back into my pocket.

She stepped into my study like she was testing fate.

She has no idea how far I’m about to take it.

Clara

I didn’t mean to follow him. Not really. I only wandered as far as the corridor again once I grew restless in the library, drawn back toward the study like there was a thread tying me to that room. To him. It’s irrational, I know that. But nothing in this house makes sense the way I expect it to. My instincts have changed. My pulse belongs to him. And the moment I hear the low click of a phone locking behind the study doors, I move without thinking.

The door is open just wide enough for me to push through.

He’s standing behind the desk, his back half-turned, shoulders broad and tense beneath a crisp dark shirt, sleeves rolled back revealing thick forearms and threatening tattoos. His jaw is sharp, eyes fixed on something I can’t see, but I feel the heat coming off him in waves. His presence is so consuming it robs me of speech.

He looks like a man at war with the world. But when his gaze lands on me, something in him loosens.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he says, voice low.

I take a step forward, drawn to him by something deeper than logic. “I wasn’t sure I should.”

“You’re always allowed in here,” he says. “Now more than ever.”

I don’t ask what he means. I only step around the desk, standing close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body. His hand brushes mine, and I shiver, not from fear. Fromwant.

It hits me all at once. The memory of how he touched me this morning. How he brought me over that edge with nothing but his fingers and tongue. How he whispered filthy things against my skin like he owned every inch of me. And how I let him.

No, how Iwantedhim to.

He’s given me so much. Taken even more. But right now, I want to give something back.

I drop to my knees.

He stills, completely silent, like he doesn’t believe what he’s seeing. I keep my eyes on his as I reach for his belt, fingers slightly shaky but sure. I want this. I wanthim.I want to taste the power that’s ruined me.

“Clara,” he growls, the word ragged.

“Let me,” I whisper. “Please.”

His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t stop me. He watches, his breath caught, eyes burning, as I undo the buckle and tug the fabric loose. His cock springs free, hard, thick, already leaking at the tip, and the sight of it makes my core clench.

He’s beautiful. Heavy and full and flushed dark, pulsing with want. All for me.

I lick the bead of moisture off the head, and he hisses through his teeth, his hand tangling in my hair instantly. He doesn’t push. He justholds, his restraint trembling in the air between us.

“You have no idea what that does to me,” he rasps.

I close my lips around the head and suck, slow and deliberate. His hand tightens in my hair, his body shuddering under my touch. I take more of him, slowly, hollowing my cheeks, workinghim in with my mouth and tongue, letting the weight of him rest on my tongue like a promise.

“Fuck, Clara…” His voice breaks.

I glance up, and the look on his face, raw, undone, feral, makes me moan around him.

He jerks in my mouth.

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