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He was certain by morning he’d know which it was, because neither he nor Julietta would be getting much sleep tonight, that was for sure. She tightened around him again, ending all his other thoughts. She cried out his name as she came and bathed his cock in a fresh wave of her heat. He rapidly thrust into her several more times before allowing himself to go over the edge, filling the condom once more.
Wrapping his arms around her, he held her against him, not wanting to leave her body. She leaned her full weight back against him, and he stroked the sweaty skin of her flat stomach and rounded breasts with his palms.
“You’re insatiable.”
He kissed the side of her throat, grinning at her words. “Only when I have a beautiful, willing woman in my bed.”
After another minute of stroking her, and of her clenching down on his rapidly hardening cock, he pulled free of her and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked as she landed, and he slapped her arse as he laughed.
“Shower time, krasivaya. Then I’ll dirty you up again.”
He couldn’t wait to have her all slick and wet against him. He hoped she liked shower sex. And he needed to find out if she was on birth control. At the rate they were going, he was going to run out of condoms quickly, and way before he’d had his fill of her.
CHAPTER FIVE
With her heart pounding in her chest, Juli woke with a start. Memories of last night flashed through her mind. The two men attacking her, before the Russian dude from the markets appeared out of nowhere and saved her. After passing out, she’d woken to find herself in his bed, and things had rapidly heated up. Had they ever. She and her Russian, Daniil, had sex. Lots and lots of spectacular sex. After scrubbing her hands over her face, she blinked her eyes clear. She was still in his bed, but now it was morning. Rays of light came from around the closed blinds to reveal the room. The elegant grey and white sheets over her were nothing like the bright colours she had on her own bed. Holy shit, she’d been right about the room being big. Actually, that was an understatement. She sat up to take in the massive space. Pale sandstone walls and pristine honey-coloured polished timber floors, along with the sparce decorations around the room, made it look like some kind of display home for the rich and famous.
Taking a deep breath, she shored up her courage and turned to look at the other half of the bed. Her breath caught at the sight Daniil made, lying there with the sheet down around his waist. While she’d thought he looked hot in the black shirt and pants he’d worn to the markets, he was devastating with no clothes on. Her lips quirked when she noticed that, even in rest, his face looked strong and harsh, as though he couldn’t fully relax.
As he was lying on his back, she could see all the tattoos she’d caught glimpses of last night. Her gaze trailed over his pecs and the large black ink tattoos that covered them. Curiosity had her making a mental note to ask him about the meaning behind them all, and why he had no colour in any of his ink.
With a frown, she closed her eyes. What was she doing? There would be no later conversations. She didn’t want a man! Any man. She was going to rock being Miss Independent for the rest of her days, no matter how good-looking or how fantastic at sex the man was.
At the thought of having sex with him, her pussy came awake. Dammit, she shouldn’t want sex for a month after last night, yet her body knew who was lying next to her and wanted more of what they’d done overnight. How many times had he taken her? She’d stopped even attempting to keep count after their hot and steamy shower. Speaking of the bathroom, her full bladder was demanding attention.
She slipped from the bed and padded over the smooth floorboards toward the bathroom. She’d barely seen it last night. Daniil had kept her very busy and completely focused on him when he’d brought her in here for their shower. She flipped a switch, and with a gasp, she clung to the door frame. Bathroom didn’t seem like the right word to describe this room. It was bigger than her bedroom at the shared house, and by the looks of it, constructed entirely from marble. With another deep breath, she forced her feet to cross the floor toward the toilet. Once she did her thing, she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. She’d put her hair in two braids yesterday morning as she normally did, but they were now all but destroyed. Between getting them wet in the shower, then all the action on the bed, she wasn’t surprised. She tugged the hair ties out and began to finger comb through the tangles the best she could. She fortunately rarely wore makeup, so her face was as fresh and clean as always, but her body was a different story. A large love bite marked her shoulder, and several other smaller bites were scattered over her chest and torso. Bugger. It looked like she’d be wearing a shirt over her bikini for the next few days.
A knock on the door had her jumping with a squeal.
“Solnyshka moto. Sorry, Julietta, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you all right?”
She spun to see him leaning against the door frame, looking way too sexy for his own good. He’d not bothered with clothes, and his dick was thick and hard, pointing toward her like it was trying to show Daniil where he needed to go. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as her gaze followed a ripple of movement over his chest and abs.
“Um, what happened last night?”
She needed to focus, dammit. She forced her gaze up to his face. His blue eyes were hard as he frowned at her. “You don’t remember what we did?”
Like she’d ever forget the way that man could move between the sheets.
“I remember that. In fact, I can remember everything except for the part where you ‘dealt with’ my attackers. I need to report them to the police, and they need to pay for what they tried to do to me.”
He nodded slowly as he ran a hand through his steel grey hair. Her fingers twitched at the memory of running through it last night. Her gaze dropped when the flex of his abdominal muscles again caught her attention.
“I took care of them. That’s all you need to know. The police don’t need to be told anything. I promise, they won’t ever bother you again.”
She frowned up at him. He sounded pretty damn sure of himself, which had her even more curious about how he’d handled them. “What did you do?”
He shook his head. “Krasivaya, it’s nothing you need to worry about.”
He kept calling her that, and she hated not knowing what it meant. “What does that mean? Krasivaya.”
“Beautiful. It’s a Russian endearment.”
She nodded as her ovaries threatened to explode. He thought she was beautiful. Of course, he was also most likely a criminal who’d done something horrible to those men last night. She licked her lips when the silence dragged on.
“I don’t suppose you could give me a lift home?”
He frowned and his expression turned dark. Juli’s palms began to sweat as fear tickled up her spine. Had he made the most of her situation last night to kidnap her? To keep her locked up here as some sort of personal sex slave? She backed away from him but had nowhere to go. When her butt hit the cold marble wall, she was reminded that she was as naked as he was. Her gaze darted around the room, but there was no other door, aside from the one he was blocking.
