Page 36 of Married to the Don (Kornilov Bratva Duet 1)

This is exactly what I want. It’s the side of him I want to see. I want to know that, at least for a second, I have the power to control him. That for even a single moment, I have the ability to slide under his skin and can make him bow to my whims.

Earlier, in the kitchen, his kiss felt like a trap. But now, if this is a trap, at least I know it’s mutually assured destruction. This—the meeting of our bodies—means something to Viktor.

It isn’t love. It’s lust. Which, in many ways, is more powerful.

He groans, pulling me from my thoughts, and his body stiffens. For a second, he pulls back and looks into my eyes, the blue swallowed by the black of his pupils. Then he shakes and buries his face in my neck.

My second orgasm comes quickly. I shiver around him as he finishes, feeling a mixture of relief and shame as the haze of the act dissipates, leaving me with the reality of what we’ve done. Of what I’ve done.

Still, I can’t ignore the attraction. Even as Viktor pulls away and slips his clothes back on, I watch the move of his muscles beneath his skin, the way his abs flex and clench as he pulls his shirt back on.

I like the way he looks, it’s true, but Viktor wants me. And that’s useful.

He clearly enjoys my body, and as long as I know that, I can use it to my advantage.

I just have to be careful I don’t start wanting him too.

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