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“I’m going to come inside you again,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you until it’s dripping down your thighs and you’re leaking me all over this desk.”

I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. I can only take it knowing it’s the only thing that will ease this ache he has awoken in me.

And I want it all. Every punishing thrust. Every grunt and groan and every ounce of his salty cum filling me.

My orgasm crashes into me, wild and uncontrollable. I sob his name as my body spasms around him, clenching so tight he curses, low and vicious.

He slams into me one final time, coming deep and hard, filling me until I can feel it everywhere.

We collapse forward together, breathless.

Maksim

She’s still bent over the desk when I press my hand to her back and pull out. Grabbing my phone from the edge of the desk, I snap a photo of her dripping pussy. I watch as my cum leaks from her swollen, open body, marking the place where I’ve claimed her again.

“I’m going to fill this perfect cunt every day for the rest of our lives.”

I lower us both gently, careful not to let her shaking legs give out. I feel her pulse through my fingertips, unsteady and hot, the aftershocks still rippling through her muscles. Her skin glistens with sweat. Her breath catching in broken gasps.

I shouldn’t feel this calm. I just fucked her hard enough to bruise. I’ve never been so deep inside anyone. Never stayed this long. Never wanted to.

But with Clara, there’s no question.

There’s no line I won’t cross to keep her.

I wrap an arm around her and lift her back against my chest. She doesn’t resist. She melts into me like she knows this is the safest place she’ll ever be. My hand finds her belly again soft and empty for now, but soon, if I have my way, it won’t be. I press a kiss to her shoulder and feel her shiver.

“We’re getting married,” I say quietly.

She freezes, just slightly.

I wait. Let the words sink in.

“Not in the future. Not someday. Tomorrow. The documents are being prepared now.”

She turns her head toward me, her eyes wide, but not in fear.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I murmur against her cheek. “No dresses. No flowers. Nothing but your signature and your consent. I don’t care about the ceremony. I care about the name. I want it on you. I want itinyou.”

Her lips part. She doesn’t speak.

So I continue.

“No one will ever take you from me. Not legally. Not physically. Not emotionally. You’ll be my wife. Clara Maksimovna Vasilieva. The law will know it. My men will know it. The world will know.”

I expect her to argue, to push back, even a little. But she doesn’t. She just leans into me more, and my grip around her tightens.

Because I need it.

Ineedthis.

She doesn’t know what it costs me to be away from her. Even for a few hours. Doesn’t know what it does to me to think about the look on Raymond’s face this morning. The false calm. The teeth behind his smile. The way he dared to speak her name like she was still part of his world.

He’s planning something. I know it. I felt it in my spine. He’s too arrogant to stay away. Too desperate to let go of what he thinks belongs to him. And if he can’t get to her through money, he’ll try something worse.

Emotional blackmail.

He knows just enough about her, what buttons to press, what guilt to twist, to make her hesitate. She spent her whole life trying to please him, and I know men like him. He’ll pretend to regret what he did. Pretend he wants to make things right. Pretend to be apologetic and full of remorse. He’ll be just kind enough to make her question what she already knows.

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