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I snap, “Stop it! People are watching.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Let them.” He pins me closer to the car... My lips curdle into a frown. “You’re just gonna bully me until you get what you want, aren’t you?” “What I want is your safety, Natalia. I take care of what is mine.” My arms prickle with goosebumps. I try to swallow the unwelcome surge of pleasure that races through my body at his words. “Except I’m not yours.” He grinds his knee harder against me, kneading slowly in soft, teasing movements. We’re gonna get arrested for indecent exposure if he keeps this up. The problem is my protests are getting breathier and less earnest. I’m so scared of letting out a moan that I have no choice but to clamp my mouth shut and pray that he finishes with me soon. A pair of older ladies walk past us. Their casual smiles turn to shock and they avert their gazes fast. “Oh my…” I hear one gasp. I bite down on my tongue and, just when I feel like I’m about to explode, he releases me and steps back. I sag against the car, suddenly exhausted. Andrey, on the other hand, looks effortlessly calm and utterly composed. But a lopsided, borderline cruel smile simmers on his lips as he leans in, his breath hot against my cheek. “Oh, you’re mine, lastochka. You just haven’t accepted it yet.”