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‘grudging’ apply to her tone of voice? “I suppose I won’t mind living here. Do I get my own quarters?”
    She was obviously pushing boundaries, but he didn’t let that get to him. “No. Your quarters are with me in my bedroom. There’s even a closet all for you.”
    “I’d rather have my own rooms.” She lifted her chin. “That way I have privacy.”
    “You’ll have no privacy from me.” Mikhail figured she needed to learn that now. “In fact, take your dress off. Now.” He didn’t bother to hide the naked order in his voice. She would do as she was told, and he would love every single minute of rewarding her for obedience.

Chapter Seven
    Tori froze when Mikhail ordered her to take off her dress. Her fingers reflexively went to the hem of the sassy skirt. It was as if her body wanted to obey even though her mind felt completely the opposite.
    “You heard me,” Mikhail said quietly. His tone was deadly. It sent a riot of chills across her skin. “I wish you to take off your dress. I want to see your beautiful body. And I’m going to pleasure you thoroughly, Tori. But you need to do as you’re told before that can happen.”
    The promise of sexual fulfillment sent the blood rushing to Tori’s groin. She pressed her thighs together in an effort to maintain control. Taking a deep breath and exhaling raggedly, she pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it to the floor. She stood there now in nothing but her bikini underwear and her heels. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and she’d deliberately not worn panty hose just to mess with her stepfather. Now she was almost sorry.
    “Beautiful,” Mikhail murmured. “You’re exquisite.”
    He began to circle her, staring at her body in a way that made her even more excited. How was that possible? She should be outraged! Instead, she felt her nipples plumping into little points, and her skin tingled with the desire to be touched.
    Her husband—she had to remind herself of that—stood before her. She watched as if it were happening in slow motion as he reached out with his hand. His fingers brushed her left nipple, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from groaning in pleasure. He stroked her, circling the tiny bud again and again until it was throbbing with the need for more.
    Mikhail kneaded her breast. Her nipple stabbed his palm. He gently tweaked the taut skin, but didn’t give her the hard pinch she wanted so badly. It was frustrating to feel the need for something harsh and satisfying and receive only a taste instead.
    He switched to the other breast, and then used both hands to fondle her. He was watching her face. She didn’t bother to hide her reactions. What did it matter if she showed him that she liked being touched? The man was her husband anyway. He was going to touch her no matter what she said.
    Then his hands strayed down her belly. He traced a line to her belly button before following the contour of her hips to her back. Stroking the soft skin just below her waist and above her buttocks, Tori felt him knead the sensitive skin at the base of her spine. Her pussy throbbed, and the creamy juices spilling from her swollen sex smeared the insides of her thighs. She was so turned on, and he hadn’t done anything but tease her!
    “Take off your panties and spread your legs, Tori,” Mikhail ordered in a rough voice. “I want to see if you’re wet for me.”
    She blushed. How could she not be embarrassed? He was going to know in only a matter of seconds that he had managed to make her as horny and wanton as any other woman. Inhaling raggedly, she shoved her panties down her legs and kicked them off. Then she shifted her feet until her thighs were spread far enough to allow him access.
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    MIKHAIL REACHED BETWEEN Tori’s silken thighs and found that she was wet long before he even touched her pussy. The insides of her thighs were smeared with juice. He gently ran his index finger through her swollen folds. She was plump,