His fist tightened in my hair.
“Let him watch,” he hissed against my ear.“So he knows I own you.”
I couldn’t look away. Tau hadn’t either—not yet. Those dark eyes that had sent me running from my place at the staircase were trained on mine and they weren’t empty. Something moved behind them. Something I couldn’t name before he looked away, said something quietly to Radovan, and guided him along the path and away from the house.
As though nothing had happened.
As though he had seen nothing worth mentioning.
“My, my,” Vadim drawled.“You’re dripping down the length of my cock.”
His hand shifted from my hair to my throat, holding me in place as his hips began to bounce off me. I couldn’t move, breathe or think — not when his fingers continued working my clit without mercy.
His cock punched upward with each stroke and the coil of tension built with every one of them. I could feel how wet his fingers were against my pussy. The ache in my muscles from being locked in his grip. The spring wind finding my nipples and making them ache in an entirely different way.
My jaw ached from clenching it shut.
Then he surged deep and hit something that pulled the sound out of me before I could stop it. I’d tried to hold on, tried to stall, but he left me no choice. The groan came out of me in a wave and I pushed against the stone beneath my hands, trying to absorb everything, trying to stay upright.
He gasped. His fingers twitched along my throat. He thrust rapidly—once, twice—and then sprayed my insides, jet after jet of hot come filling me while the cold air wrapped around us both.
All while I held onto the cold stone beneath my hands.
“D’yavol,” I panted.
Calling him what he was.
A devil.
“Demon,” he murmured into my ear, and bit me.
This marriage had altered me.
I had no defence for that. Not now. Not with his come still warm inside me and the spring air cold on my skin and Tau’s eyes somewhere in my memory that I couldn’t quite shake.
Then voices again, closer this time.
I elbowed him.
“Move,d’yavol,” I hissed.
He chuckled, but pulled back and helped me inside.
My new trousers lay on the balcony floor as Vadim locked the doors behind us.
I shook my head.
At least he had paid for them.
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Long after he left that night, I lay in bed toying with my rings, pulling the engagement ring off to trace the words around the gold band.
Property of Vadim.
The ring lay on my belly.
We were all an extension of the great Pakhan of Chernograd. His men. His city. His wife. His heir, whenever it arrived.
