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“You irritate me. You’re a poisonous snake that won’t fuck off from my mind. You’re everywhere yet nowhere. A fucking disease.”
“Fuck. I hate you. I fucking hate you.” I raise my hips. “You feel like you hate me.”
“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?” Driven by the sensual strokes of his fingers, his thumb against my swollen clit, I nod. “Words, Stacey.” He slaps my clit and I cry. “Give me fucking words.”
“Mani pārdod seksam un nāvei, lai aizsargātu visus, kurus mīlu.” Kade leans into me more, raising his other hand between us to tuck another strand of hair behind my ear. I tilt my head, utterly confused by whatever language he’s speaking. He licks his lips. “Tajā skaitā jūs, vasaras raibumi.”
“I’m being sold for sex and death to protect the ones I love. Including you, freckles.” OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD
“You want me to beg? How would you like me to plead for your pussy? Vocally or on my knees?” Her eyes spark. “Both.” I loosen my hold on her throat. “Fine.” She shrieks as I yank her to the edge of the bed by the thighs, her legs dangling as I kneel on the floor between them. “I’m going to eat first though, if you don’t mind?”
“So pretty when you beg,” I whisper against her ear as the tip of my dick slowly sinks into her. “So fucking pretty.”
I’m freefalling into a sea of tranquillity in her arms. My head is silent. My bones don’t shake, and I fill my lungs with her scent, wishing I could stay here forever.
Sebastian Ivanovich Prince. Twenty-three. Dark hair. Brown eyes. Six foot one. Father is a successful Russian CEO. Mother is a Scottish accountant. Bisexual. Drives a red Aston Martin. Has a scar on the back of his head from being hit with a glass bottle when he was seventeen. Shall I continue or do you understand?

