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Chapter 26

Chapter 26 

Chapter 26 

ALEXIA GREEN. 

I woke up in my bed naked and tucked into bed like I hadn’t spread my legs for a man who called me Rhett’s little bitch the other night. 

I woke up in my bed, untouched, unsatisfied and appalled by my actions. 

I begged him to fuck me. 

God Lex, this is why we never drink. Because a few hours later, my core yearned to see him. 

When his men showed up at my house, that is, Nico, Jude and a few other guys I didn’t know, I felt disappointed Volkov wasn’t with them. 

Nico came with the news that starting tomorrow I was going to have a new clinic courtesy of the 

boss. 

Was he trying to get rid of me? 

Trying not to see me around the house because my body disgusted him? 

“Take it off.” 

“Seriously? You are doing this to me again? No. You want to hear it in Spanish? Germany? French? 

No!” 

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Right now, here he is. 

I’m mad and I don’t even know what I’m mad 

about. 

His absence? 

His rejection? 

His rules that I’m definitely not going to follow? 

“Take it off“, he commands again, one fist. clenching, the other fist clenching around the 

coat in his other hand. 

His dark shirt that’s pulled up his forearms reveals. more tattoos on his arms and how the veins are about to pop because of two mere words. 

Two words I’m not going to follow. 

“It’s my shirt“, I growl back. 

The low timbre of his voice breaks through my 

own cloud of rage as he corners me against the small space we are in. 

“Take it off or I do it for you.” 

I think I’m feeling out of breath. 

Maybe it’s his eyes. Or the rage from him 

dripping into my system and rendering me weak. 

I give in. 

“You want to risk me walking naked back to my 

room?” 

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“I’ll carry your ass from here naked if you don’t 

stop with the sass and do as I say.” 

He’s not playing. 

I don’t think I can win this round. 

“Can you at least turn around?” 

“No.” 

I huff at his macho tone. 

“You’re an asshole“, I say peeling the shirt off, knowing very well what I have underneath is black cotton panties and no bra. 

Bras hurt my boobs when I’m asleep so I just freestyle. I’m beginning to wish I didn’t freestyle 

today. 

The second his eyes land on my chest, I cover myself up with my hands. 

He chuckles. He places his coat on the counter. 

His hands reach for the third button on his shirt. 

He starts unbuttoning his shirt.  sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

If it was day one in this mansion, I would have asked what he was doing. 

I would have called him a shameless pig. 

Right now, my throat parches for a taste of his skin, of his abs, of his muscles, of everything that makes this man a machine. 

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Oh. Sweet Jesus, I think I’m gonna melt. 

When his shirt is off him, he hands it to me and takes the one that belongs to Rhett tossing it in the trash can by the fridge. 

I take his shirt. I put it on me and every second 1 button the shirt. I feel his eyes rake every expanse of my skin and liquid heat shimmers from my spine all the way down…down…down. 

“There. Are you happy now? If you are, I’m going to go back to sleep.” 

“Not quite yet.” 

He doesn’t block my way but he’s not entirely letting me go either. 

“What do you want? I’ve already done everything 

you want or is there more?” 

“Don’t do that, Sunshine.” 

“Do what?” 

“Pretend like you hate it here.” 

“I hate it here“, I scoff. 

I hate you. 

“I’ve seen you with Juana, I’ve seen you mark your way around here and the report I got from 

my men after you treated them was you liked doing what you do.” 

Maybe I do. 

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Maybe this place isn’t a complete mess like the homes I’ve lived in. 

Maybe here I get to be something, I get to be used like I’m something more important that an orphan riffraff from the streets. 

Maybe here Millic and I get the basic necessities like food and water. 

“I like helping people“, I give him the truth. 

That encourages him because this man’s heated gaze lands on me, he licks his lower lip and fleeting thoughts of what I’d like him to do with that mouth wander into that part of my brain that’s locked with a key thrown in the bottom of the ocean. 

Logic dictates that I shouldn’t feel a thing. That I should run. 

My body? It reacts in all the worst ways and this time I can’t hide behind the fact that I’m drunk 

and alcohol is to blame for everything“. 

My heart pounds so loud I can hear it in my ears. My breathing comes out ragged, I rub my thighs together beneath his shirt to hide and shame away the throb building and ticking between my legs like an atomic bomb about to detonate. 

He hasn’t touched me yet but I feel him. 

My body remembers his warmth on that couch in 

Russia. 

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Just like that night, he is the fire and he’s burning me to the point of I can feel my own skin flail like 

butter on a skillet. 

I have to take control. 

He rejected me. Well technically he did the right thing because I was drunk but still? Aren’t one–night stands done when two individuals are drunk and reckless enough to bone each other? 

“So you don’t hate it here, do you, Sunshine?” 

I look him in the eyes. Anything to get him to 

back away. 

“No, but I hate you.” 

Christian Volkov is equivalent to the robots big tech companies are trying to build. 

He can be a robot when he wants to. 

He can be a psycho when circumstances deem 

him to. 

Right now, I think he’s a bit of both. 

My words don’t do a thing to break his shell of an armor. No in fact he smirks, he gets closer, he bends his head so that his mouth is near the shell of my ear and close enough for his breath to skate across my already flushed skin. 

“You might hate me, sunshine but I bet if I slid my hand in your panties, you’d be wet and ready 

for me. 

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My pulse howls in my brain. 

Any semblance of calmness am trying to showcase hangs by a thread. 

“No, I wouldn’t” 

“No?” 

I’m panting when I say my next words. 

“After yesterday, I guess you’ll never know.” 

“Because I didn’t touch you?” 

“Because the only way I’d be wet for you was if I had alcohol in my system.” 

I’m poking a bear and the funny thing is. I think I’m winning. 

Even after I breathe in a gasp of air and lies coming out from my mouth, I think I’ve won 

My victory doesn’t last a mere two seconds. 

Christian’s big hand slips into my panties. Muscle memory has me arching my back against his hand 

chest. 

Before I can pull away, turn around and maybe slap him, his thick finger slides between my folds exploring me like a pirate finding his bounty. 

“What…what are you doing?” I moan, my words come out like a weak string of jumbled words. 

‘Such a fucking liar. You are not just wet. Little Nurse, you are soaking“, he strokes my slit again. 

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hovering an inch away from my entrance, “and all this for me. All for me” 

“F–fuck you“, I stammer, his thumb pad finds my clit and he matches the throbbing emiting from my little mound with no problem. 

My legs are unsteady. 

My toes feel like they are on fire. 

Whatever he’s doing to my clir has me gasping for air, I think I might be done for the night. 

“Soon, sunshine. Soon,” 

My heart plucks, I hold onto his arms as he sets me off with two of his fingers that are too thick to fit my folds, massaging that line between my 

core. 

I whimper. 

My body writhes for more. 

My clit throbs harder. 

My wetness feels slick against my thighs. 

The sound of Volkov’s back hirring the fridge feels like something I could care less about as he holds me tight, mouth near my neck, his breath a fresh cool of mint that’s holding me captive. 

“Hate me all you want, baby“, he pauses 

Without warning his thick finger plunges inside me as a reckless moan slip from my mouth with 

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reckless abandon. 

The sound of my arousal coating as his fingers slide in and out of me flogs the night and makes me hornier, makes the air hotter, makes me more 

needy 

“But this cunt? You hear how she weeps for me?” 

Just when I think he’s going deeper, Volkov pulls his finger out of me leaving me an empty 

miserable mess. 

His hand disappears from my panties. 

His warmth disappears from my back. 

My back flat to the fridge. Volkov turns to me. 

His eyes dart over me, a wicked grin on his face. To scathe me more than his absence inside me. he places two of his fingers inside his mouth sucking. 

“Such a sweet little thing“, he says releasing his fingers from his mouth with a pop that has me almost begging for them back inside me. 

I don’t know what upsets me more, his arrogance 

or what he says next. 

“Go back to bed, Alexia.” 

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