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rush.
    His fingers joined the play, three thrusting up inside her without any more preparation or warning, and she shot off like a rocket, screaming, pressure finally breaking completely, stars exploding behind her eyes, inner walls clenching around him, holding him captive.
    â€œFuck,” he growled, and she wasn’t sure if the word was a command or a curse. He jolted to his feet, those fingers sliding out of her, and she moaned. She might have come, but she wasn’t done with him. Needed more, still had to have more.
    His lips smashed against hers, and she tasted herself. She ripped at his pants, finally freeing his cock. Her fingers curled around it—but only briefly before he batted her away, positioning himself for penetration. In those brief seconds, she thrilled at how big he was, how hot and hard and ready.
    â€œDo it,” she commanded.
Please.
    â€œVasili?”
    He turned his face away from her with a snarl.
    â€œLeave!”
    It took Rose a moment, but she snapped out of her sensual haze and followed Vasili’s example, turning and looking. Several men stood at the end of the hallway, peering over at them. Two were grinning—one of them a monster, one of them a younger version of Vasili—and the rest quickly spun, offering their backs.
    The monster caught her eye and his smile fell away. Shock registered on his features, then fury, hate.
    She shuddered and switched her attention to the Vasili clone. He continued to radiate absolute amusement in a way that Vasili never had. Was that what Vasili would look like if ever he lost his dark edge?
    She adored his darkness, but also realized she wanted to make him smile like that.
    â€œGo,” Vasili snapped, even as Rose disengaged from him and, like the guards, gave the newcomers her back.
    She bent down, blindly reaching for her shirt and bra, and tugged them on as she straightened.
Dear God. Now
she cared about an audience. She would have run, but Vasili clasped onto her arm, holding her immobile.
    â€œNow!” he shouted.
    â€œYou can’t . . . do that here,” the younger version of him said. “There are guests, and they can hear you.
Greer
can hear you, and he isn’t happy.”
    Rose’s cheeks flamed. She was as embarrassed as she was suddenly curious. Who was Greer? Why did his happiness matter? “I should go,” she whispered, careful to use his language. She’d practiced at home, alone, and quite often, but even though the language seemed to be embedded inside her brain, she had yet to master it, because no one could tell her what she said correctly and what she didn’t.
    â€œNo,” Vasili snapped. Then more gently, “No. Not yet. Please.” Finally he released her and fixed his clothing. “I’ll be right back,” he threw over his shoulder, ushering her farther down the hall and away from the men.
    She didn’t protest. Not until they’d snaked around a corner and were once again alone. Then she pulled from his grip and whirled on him. “I should go,” she repeated.
    He scrubbed a hand down his face. “No. We’re not done. Wait in my room, and I’ll return as soon as I can.”
    Wait for him to fuck her? Hardly. No matter how much she wanted it. “Is that an order, Your Majesty?” she asked dryly.
    â€œYes.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not your—”
Shit!
What was the word? She didn’t know, so she ended with, “I’m not yours.”
    He got in her face, madder than she’d ever seen him. “You are. You’re my wife.”
    Oh, how her body liked hearing that. Every cell she possessed purred. “By force, so it doesn’t count,” she said, lifting her chin.
    â€œMany women would kill to be in your position, Rose.”
    â€œYeah, well, many men would kill to be in yours.”
    His nostrils flared. “They try, and they’ll die.”
    There was a