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His attention went right back to his phone, staring at it with complete focus. I couldn’t read him. I couldn’t figure out what he was feeling. What he was thinking. Did he like it? Did he not like it? I needed to know⁠—

His hand went down and grasped his cock through the towel. He groaned.

My eyes shot wide open. Giddiness enveloped me. He did like it! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I had the overwhelming urge to jump up and down and do a little happy dance.

“Are you watching me right now?” he said into the empty room.

My breath hitched. He’s talking to me.

“You are, aren’t you?” The towel dropped from his waist. Lust pooled in my body. Hard, thick, and long, his cock stood to attention, his hand wrapped around it and stroking it softly. Leisurely. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he sang, voice layered with pleasure.

I was moving before I even knew what I was doing. He wanted me. He wanted me to go to him⁠—

Stop!

My hand hovered over the switch that would open the secret door, taking me back into the hallway.

Fucking hell. The power he had over me…It was insane.

I couldn’t go to him. Not yet. That would ruin everything. All the planning and hard work I’d done over the past year and a half. Gone. No. If I wanted him forever, I had to stick to my plan.

I stepped back from the door until my shoulders hit the wall behind me.

“You’re not going to join me?” Lukyan asked. His hips began to move slightly, completely in time with the strokes of his hand. A deep, masculine groan fell from his lips, his head rolling back on his shoulders for a moment before he focused back on his phone.

On my photo.

“Look at you. You’re a sexy fucking thing, aren’t you? And bold too. Coming into my room. Sitting on my bed while I was only a few steps away. I would have killed you if I caught you. But you know that, don’t you? And you like it. You like the danger. The rush. The thrill. Oh, fuck.”

Unable to handle it, I unzipped my suit and thrust my hand down my underwear. Pleasure shot through me the moment my fingers touched my clit. Fuck, it won’t take much for me to come. I was already pent-up, watching him touch himself over me. I couldn’t join him in person, but we could come together.

Lukyan’s pace increased. The muscles in his body bulged. Hardening. Tightening. I matched him, my fingers moving over my clit faster and faster, my breath catching in my throat.

“You were sitting right here.” He put the phone down and ran his hand over the bedspread. “Your ass…right…fucking…here.” His tongue came out, and he ran it up the very spot I had been sitting in one long, languid lick.

My mouth dropped open. Pleasure burst throughout my entire body, and I came instantly, my body shaking.

So did Lukyan. He grunted, his hips pistoning forward into his hand as he unloaded all over himself.

“Jesus, fuck,” he moaned, low and long. There was a beat of silence, and then he looked up at nothing in particular. “You’ve captured my attention again, moya malen’kaya ten’, my little shadow. I can’t wait to see what else you’ll do.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

LUKYAN VOLKOV

“Come on, Illayana! Just…a little…further…” I stretched my arm out through the ropes as far as my body would allow, my fingers just inches away from my sister’s as she writhed in pain on the boxing ring floor.

Aleksandr had her leg locked in a hold, squeezing and twisting it in a way I knew must have been painful as fuck. But instead of succumbing to the pain, Illayana fought, stretching further, trying desperately to reach my hand.

The crowd of soldiers behind us roared, clapping their hands and cheering them on, the almost 50,000 square foot building filled with nearly every single one of our men, eager to watch how the fight would end.

Beside me stood Autumn, her red hair tied up high in a bun, face calm but focused.

It was a three vs. three, tag team match. Illayana, Autumn, and me versus Aleksandr, Drea, and Arturo. Nikolai, Tatiana, and my father sat right in front of the boxing ring, Father’s arm wrapped up in a sling, much to his protest.

It was meant to be a friendly little sparring match between the six of us. Friendly being the key word. But, of course, “friendly” wasn’t really in my siblings and my vocabulary.

Things turned pretty brutal pretty fucking quickly, all thanks to that competitive energy each of us possessed.