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“Mm… Husband…” She whines in a whisper. I continue rocking, continue applying pressure over her pussy. Soon she’s beginning to soak my cock as I slide over her.

“There’s no need to be quiet, Wife.” I nip at her jaw, then blow in her ear before sucking the lobe between my teeth. She rewards me with a whimper. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I angle her for better friction. I hum, the rumble emanating through my chest straight to her heart. “You know you love it when I claim you.” I catch her lips, continuing slow, firm. “You are beautiful.”

Her eyes close, her expression somewhere between pained and filled with pleasure.

Although for us, pain and pleasure go hand in hand.

Precum spills from me and mixes with her arousal.

“I want more.” She meets me stroke for stroke, like the purring Kitten she becomes when she’s beneath me.

“Mmm I know.” I increase my pace, the pressure. My Wife grabs onto my waist, her fingers gripping around my back. My cock weighs heavy against her, straining and raging to have her. “Soon.” we pant in each other’s air, “soon.”

“Husband… Husband! Ah!” Her fingers pulse against my back as she comes apart beneath me. And the sight has me losing myself along with her. I continue rocking my hips, sliding over her as the evidence of our pleasure mixes and we ride out our orgasms.

I lay here for too long, until I could go a second round. But time's nearly up; I have a responsibility as Master. Pulling away from Violet, I grab a cloth and clean both of us, then cover her with the blanket and get dressed.

Stepping to Slave’s side, I look over her. Sweat beads down her neck, her body trembling all over. She swallows thickly, her eyes shut.

“Khoroshaya devouchka.” Good girl. Placing my finger on the coin, I relieve her from her punishment. Air whooshes from her lungs, then she fights to catch it back as tears continue to fall down her cheeks.

She’s not done.

I give her a glass of water, then order her to clean the room. Silently, promptly. She complies without complaint. Keeping her eyes low, with the occasional glance at the door. Once the room is back in order, I give her another glass of water and a protein bar.

Sticking to my principles of a good Master, as promised to my Wife.

When she’s finished, I place a hand over her shoulder and guide her to the door.

“Today is your lucky day, Morgan. You get a second chance…” Her gaze meets mine, a little sad, a little broken. “When you walk out this door, one of Caius’ men will escort you to your apartment. You’ll have one hour to pack the things that mean the most to you. Then he will bring you to the airport, where you, and your parents, will board and fly to Russia.” Her eyes widen a fraction, but she doesn’t say anything. “We will receive confirmation from the authorities on your safe delivery, so don’t try anything stupid.” She nods. I pat her on the shoulder and open the door. “And Morgan?”

“Yes?” She stops, looking over her shoulder back at me.

“Don’t make me regret letting you go.”

I close the door with a click, then turn and look over my beautiful Wife.

“Let’s get dressed, have lunch, then go deal with the little problem over at the clinic.”

Violet

Chapter 41

Today’s the day.

Taking over the Medical Authority won’t be easy. This first step will be the least of our worries. Us rising, killing people, and taking over portions of the government is a direct threat to the current system.

Alistair’s system.

But we can’t continue with the way things are. How could we? And while we want to live a quiet life, it’s not in the cards right now.

We need to create the world we want for our children.

And we will have children; there is no future without them.

I walk through the doors of the clinic, Cain and Alec at each side behind me. We’re drawing attention, and that’s what I want. This is a takeover. The nurses’ eyes widen as they move aside for us. Melanie beams from behind the nurse’s station; I return her wave, but I don’t think it was just for me. I offer a smile to Riah; his eyes are hardened, a wrinkle across his brow. He nods, then turns and walks out back. Taking a deep breath, we walk straight into my office, Alec shutting it with a click.

“Violet!” Grigori jumps when we walk through the door. He sets the papers down on his desk and takes a swig from his mug.