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“All yours,” I moan. “Fuck yes… I’m all yours…”
I say it again and again and he demands that I keep repeating myself, until the words become as much of a blur as his thrusts into me. And when I finally come, with sweat dripping down my back and dirty promises burning on my lips, it feels like something has just been cemented between us.
That wasn’t sex.
I mean, it wasn’t just sex.
That felt like a commitment.
We shower together afterwards. He soaps me up and washes me off tenderly, then dries my hair and combs the tangles out before bed. By the time he pulls back the covers and helps me onto the soft mattress, I’m so exhausted that my eyelids are closing before my head even hits the pillows.
Still, I reach for him, knowing that tonight, he will sleep next to me. “This is real, isn’t it?” I whisper sleepily, forcing my eyes open so that I can see his face when he answers.
His expression is, as always, unreadable. “Yes,” he murmurs, so low that I almost miss it. “Very, very real.”
“We’re not just friends anymore? Not just co-parents?”
He shakes his head, but he doesn’t give me a verbal answer. Just tugs the covers higher over me so that my chest is covered. Then his hand finds my hip in the warm darkness. “You’re going to have to help me, moya devushka. I’ve never done something like this before. Show me how to be with you. I want to give you everything—but first, you need to ask for it.”
I nod and he nods right back.
“Good girl.”
“But you have to… try harder.” Keep your freaking eyes open, Wren. This is important! “You have to put in the work, too.” Remembering those lonely weeks before his fake wedding to Bee wakes me up a little. “After I found out the truth… you disappeared on me.”
Dmitri’s breath comes out in a mournful sigh. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“I wanted you to fight for me. When you didn’t, I assumed it was because you didn’t care.”
His jaw tightens. “Of course I cared. I always fucking cared.”
“Then tell me. Better yet, show me.”
My eyes have closed again. I feel a soft fluttering kiss against my forehead. “I can do that,” he promises.
“And Dmitri… no more lies, okay? If this is gonna work, you need to be honest with me.”
The silence stretches on for a while. Or maybe I’m just so tired that I’ve lost all sense of time. Then finally, his voice reaches me.
“I’ll do my best.”
That night, I sleep better than I have in years.
27
DMITRI
I wake up feeling powerful.
Fuck the world. Who would dare to stop me? I could take on the Irish and the Italians single-handedly and burn their empires to the fucking ground.
There are no prizes for guessing what’s gotten into me. Or rather, what I’ve gotten into. I glance to my side and see the source of my power. She’s angelic in her sleep. Face smoothed of all worry, all self-consciousness. She looks like she did at the peak of her orgasm.
Blissful, in every sense of the word.
And fuck me, I felt the same. Her body has bloomed like a rose, all softness and curves and dewy beauty. And it’s all mine for the taking.
I took as much as I could, given her condition. Even now, it’s hard to resist wanting more of the same. Unable to resist, my fingers travel over her body, tickling her nipples and shimmying down her hips as she sighs and shifts in place. When she parts her thighs, I see her glistening.
