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    “There was a note,” I murmur. Her head snaps up and she looks at me with confusion.
    “Never. I didn’t write a note when I left. Ryan told me I didn’t have time. I didn’t even pack a bag,” she informs me. For some reason, the only thing I can focus on is the informal way she used Agent Green’s name.
    “Ryan?” I ask.
    “Agent Green,” she confirms with a nod.
    “When did he become Ryan ?” I sneer.
    “What?” she asks as she blinks.
    “Did you fuck him?” I bark, pushing her from my lap as I stand.
    “That is none of your business,” she says as she stands, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Her face is pink, but now it is not in sadness, but in anger.
    “It is. You’re the mother of my daughter. It is one hundred percent my fucking business,” I growl, narrowing my eyes on her.
    “So you haven’t had sex in ten years?” she asks, quirking a brow at me and smirking.
    I want nothing more than to kiss that smirk off of her face, but I’m too angry right now.
    “That’s irrelevant,” I grind out.
    “So it’s irrelevant if you’ve fucked somebody else, but it’s relevant if I have? You’re such a fucking dick,” she mutters.
    Her words spur me.
    I charge toward her.
    I watch as her eyes widen before she backs away from me and into the wall behind her. She’s in between the two windows that face the apartment I have rented. A look of sheer panic is written all over her face. I pick her up by her waist and bring her to my eye level, my nose practically touching hers.
    “It is extremely relevant whose cock has been inside of my pussy. I thought you were dead. You knew I wasn’t . This pussy has been mine since you were eighteen. You didn’t have my permission to give it to another. So yes, it’s fucking relevant,” I growl before I take her lips in a hard, owning, bruising, fucking painful kiss. Her little hands hit my shoulders before they grip my shirt and pull me closer.
    I shove my hips between her open legs as she wraps them around me. One of my hands leaves her waist and wraps around her breast. I squeeze the soft flesh roughly, bruising her, I’m sure; though I don’t give a flying fuck.
    “Kirill,” she whispers breathlessly. My cock goes rock hard between my legs.
    Fuck, her breathy whisper is going to kill me.
    She is going to kill me.
    “We fuck because you’re mine. It doesn’t mean I love you. It doesn’t mean we’re in a loving, caring relationship. It means I own your cunt,” I inform her.

 
    “W E FUCK BECAUSE YOU’RE mine. It doesn’t mean I love you. It doesn’t mean we’re in a loving, caring relationship. It means I own your cunt.”
    God, Kirill is such a prick.
    A complete fucking asshole.
    Why do I still want him?
    Because I’m powerless when it comes to Kirill .
    Because I will never stop loving him. Not ever.
    “No,” I say.
    I’m not convinced myself, so I don’t know how I’m going to convince him I don’t want him. Not when his hard cock is pressing against my center, and all I can think about is him being inside of me.
    How good I know he’ll feel there.
    How I know he’ll unravel me with just the touch of his fingers.
    “You don’t really have much of a say, Tati,” he murmurs as his lips touch just below my ear. “I’m back now, and you and Kiska are mine. This game is over .”
    “What game?” I ask as my head thumps against the wall behind me. His lips travel the length of my throat, sending goosebumps all over my flesh.
    “You thinking you can do as you wish. The second my baby was planted inside of you, it was over. Actually, it was over before that, you just didn’t know it yet.”
    I open my mouth to ask him what he means, but his lips wrap around my breast from the outside of my shirt and he sucks my nipple, through my shirt and my bra, into his mouth. It’s hot and hard and so good .
    It has been so long since I’ve been with anyone.
    I haven’t been celibate for all of these years; that’s ridiculous.