He brings his lips up to my stomach and replaces his tongue with his fingers, pressing them against my nub and rubbing it. I gasp when his finger enters me, stretching me wider. Mikhail’s burning gaze meets mine as I lift my head up. He doesn’t hold back from thrusting his finger deeper into me. My lips part, but no sound comes out.

“It feels good to have something inside you, doesn’t it?” he says in his deep voice. “Soon, it will be my cock.” He curls his finger inside me, catching that perfect pleasurable spot. I moan.

He removes his finger from me and palms my entire vulva, grinding his palm against my nub. My hips have a mind of their own as I thrust against his hand. All I know is I need my release. Nothing else matters.

And then it happens. “Oh,” I moan as another intense orgasm rakes over my body less than twenty-four hours after the last one.

“You’re insatiable,” he murmurs. “Tell me you’re my good girl. Tell me.”

“I’m your good girl.” I pause. “Sir,” I add.

Mikhail kisses up my body until his lips meet mine in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. I melt into him.

I’m sad when he pulls back and stands up, instantly cold without him.

My eyes are right at his waist, and I notice the bulge pressing against his pants. Mikhail is aroused. “How come you never ask for anything in return?”

Mikhail adjusts his pants. “That’s because I practice control. The first time I come with you will be when I’m deep inside you.”

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

“I want nothing more. But I don’t want to come in your hand or mouth. Only your pussy.” His eyes linger between my legs. Self-consciously, I close them.

“What if I’m never ready for that?”

“You will be. Someday. Now, let’s go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

With shaking fingers, I pick up my pajamas, thinking over Mikhail’s words. He’s so confident I’ll give him my full body one day.

And the reality is—I know I will.

When Mikhail tells me the next day he’s decided to host another event as a farewell party to my sisters, to say I’m shocked is an understatement.

“A farewell party?” I ask over the breakfast table. Mila and Vik are with me, and we all stare at Mikhail as he speaks.

“I think it’s a good idea,” he says. “I know you’re not happy about your sisters leaving. This will give you a good chance to say goodbye to them.”

“But the last party you threw,” Vik says, “included Andrei, who forced Sofiya to be a table. And if you recall, I got slapped across the face.”

“My men will be on better behavior for tonight.”

“It’s tonight?” Vik practically screeches.

“Yes. Tonight. And then tomorrow, you two will leave.”

I stand up and grab Mikhail’s hand. “Please reconsider. Please.”

“You know my terms,” he says softly to me. Turning back to my sisters, he says, “The party is tonight, so dress appropriately. I have some work to get to. I’ll see you all later.” With that, he leaves the room.

“Is this really happening?” Mila asks.

It really is.

Nighttime comes too fast, and so does the farewell party.

I dress in a satin blue dress that hugs my body. It’s long, the hem going down to my heels. I know Mikhail expects me to dress well. Vik tried to refuse to go, but I told her there was a good chance Mikhail would drag her down to the party or send one of his men. That made her comply real fast.

She’s wearing another red evening gown, looking like she stepped off the set of an old Hollywood movie. Mila is cute in her soft, pink dress, looking the epitome of innocence. I’m just worried Mikhail’s men will see Mila and want to eat her alive.

The three of us go downstairs, where the party has already begun. Unlike last time when only men were involved, this time, women are in attendance, mingling with the men. That puts some of the stress off my shoulders.

My eyes land on Irina, who’s in a low-back, tight black dress. What’s she doing here?

Mikhail is busy mingling with his men again, too busy for me. It stings, honestly.

“I don’t really think this is a party for us,” Mila says.

Vik scoffs. “Of course it’s not. This is a way for Mikhail to put us in our place. He’s angry we made Sofiya come with us. Now, he’s punishing us by making us attend a party with the same men who tried to hurt us.”

And speaking of men who tried to hurt us … Andrei appears across the room. He meets my eyes and smiles tightly as he approaches.

“What are you doing here?” Vik asks.

“I still work for Mikhail,” Andrei explains, looking at Vik like she’s a bug that needs to be squashed. “I belong here. I heard you girls were leaving. What a shame.” He brings his champagne glass to his lips and takes a sip. “I wanted to have more time with you.”

Vik curls her lip and draws Mila closer to her. “You are disgusting.”

“Stay away from us,” I tell Andrei. “I don’t think Mikhail will appreciate you talking to us.”

Andrei smirks and looks me up and down. “You think you have a hold on Mikhail, but you don’t. No one does.” He sighs. “Listen, I wanted to apologize. What I did, I took too far.”

I don’t respond.

“Well, have a good night, ladies.” He walks away with a leisurely gait.

“I hate that man,” Vik grumbles.

Mila shudders. “He scares me.”

I catch Vik looking at someone across the room and quickly look away before glancing back. I follow her gaze and see a man who was at the last party. He’s handsome, incredibly handsome. But I have no idea who he is.

“Do you know him?” I ask Vik.

She scowls and looks away from the man. “He was here the other night. Aleksander, I think.” She shrugs. “I don’t know, and I don’t care. None of these men are good enough for me.”