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“I didn’t,” he says. “But when Yakov Kulikov goes to a sex shop, word spreads. People see what’s happening, brother. Well, most people do. Everyone but you.”
I get home late. The living room is dark. There’s no one in the backyard. No one in the kitchen.
I walk down the hallway towards the bedroom and tell myself that I’m doing a million things other than the truth. Which is that I’m looking for her.
There’s a pile of dirty clothes just outside the bathroom door. Jeans, underwear, a pink sports bra. I hear water running inside.
Security told me Luna spent the entire day working in the garden. I had the gardener, Bruce, give her all of the supplies she would need to revamp the flower patch.
It was a chore I offered to keep her out of my hair. If Luna is busy outside, she can’t weasel her way under my skin. Or so the thinking went.
Now, I’m the one with my hand on the doorknob.
Like a junkie reaching for his next hit, I open the door.
Luna yelps and throws an arm over her chest before she realizes it’s me. Then she relaxes back into the water. Her head is resting on the rim and her toes are balanced on the opposite end.
“I didn’t know you were back yet. I thought it was a maid or something.” Her breasts float like half-moons on the clear surface of the water.
Luna isn’t trying to hide herself from me.
She trusts me.
I don’t know when the fuck that happened, but here we fucking are. She is naked and smiling in my bathtub.
Nikandr thinks Luna and I are in a relationship. He’s wrong—I know that and Luna should know it—but it’s not unfounded.
I’m supposed to be keeping this woman alive. That’s it. So why am I standing here with a throbbing erection like I’m a fucking teenager?
“Yakov?” Luna is still smiling. “Is everything okay?”
No. But it will be.
I cross the bathroom and haul Luna’s naked, dripping body out of the water.
“What are you doing?” She’s confused, but still laughing.
She trusts me.
I don’t say anything as I carry her into the bedroom and throw her down on the bed.
“What are you—” She laughs and throws her head back. “This is insane. I’m soaking wet, Yakov.”
“You’re about to be.”
I spread her legs wide and swipe my tongue up her center. Any protest dies on her lips immediately as I lick and suck and feast on every inch of her until she’s writhing off the bed.
Luna reaches down to put her hand in my hair, but I push it away. I pin her hands together across her stomach and hold her down. I eat her out until she’s screaming out to the ceiling.
“Holy shit.” She starts to sit up as I pull back. “Yakov, that was?—”
I don’t give her any room to finish the thought. I crush my mouth against hers. Our tongues plunge together and our lips bump hard. It’s messy and violent. Luna starts tearing at my clothes. She drags my shirt over my head and unzips my pants. When she palms my bulge, she smiles. “Your turn.”
“It’s always my turn,” I growl.
I flip her roughly onto her stomach and slide her to the edge of the mattress by her ankles. Her yelp of surprise blurs into a moan as I fill her in one sharp thrust.
This is enough. This will suffice. Grabbing her, taking her in any and every way I want—this is going to drive her out of my mind.
