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His lips and tongue travel down my chin, then my throat, stopping at the hollow before he releases my hair and takes a step backward. Straightening, I look into his eyes, and my breath hitches because it’s not the expression I expect to see.

He’s staring at me, his thoughts and emotions shuttered behind his hazel gaze. “This conversation is only going to happen this one time, and then it’s dropped—forever.”

My tongue slips out, and I slide it across my bottom lip. “Only once,” I agree.

But I don’t really agree. No doubt I’ll be bringing this up again. My guilt won’t let me just release it into the wild. I definitely need to be reassured about a million and five times that nobody hates me.

In the past, when I was young, my quick and not-thought-out decisions only affected me. Until I met Samuil, until this baby was conceived, and until I married this man. I see now that any decision I make can affect hundreds of people. This kind of power isn’t for me, and I hate every second of it.

“Sweetheart,” he growls.

My heart races at the word. The way he says it—the tone—forces me to press my legs together tightly. I want him.

I ache for him—desperately.

“Nobody is fucking mad about this shit. There is nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing to feel bad about. And when it comes to that cunt Rocky, she got exactly what she deserved. Samuil didn’t. I’d prefer if they shared the same space in hell, but I didn’t get that option.”

He reaches out, pressing his palm against my belly, and the ache between my legs grows even more intense. It throbs. I want him again so damn badly. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

“Nobody is upset, sweetheart. I fucking promise you that. This isn’t a bad deal. It wasn’t something we sought out, but swear to fuck, it’s not a bad deal. So no more bullshit about feeling bad about it, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, but I’m not sure he believes me.

Thankfully, he slams his mouth against mine and kisses me. The conversation is now over. All thoughts of guilt, Russians, and clubwhores leave my mind. There is only him and me. There is only us. And there is this moment—together. And then… forever.

CHAPTER

SIXTY-NINE

DARE

“Harder,” she demands, but I don’t give it to her.

I grip her hair harder, but I’m not fucking her harder. Not right now. Pulling her head back, I look down between us. I watch as my cock moves in and out of her sweet pussy. She stretches for my invasion. I don’t think there’s a prettier sight in the world than how she takes me.

“Please,” she whimpers.

I laugh softly, folding over her back. My lips touch the side of her neck, and I reach out, lacing my fingers with hers as she grips the headboard. Her body trembles, and I know that she’s close, but I also know that she needs more. Just a little more, but more nonetheless.

“Let go, sweetheart,” I murmur against her neck.

She does, gasping when I guide her hand between her legs. Without hesitation, I feel her fingers move against her clit, rubbing circles there, and I can’t move my hand. Straightening my back slightly, I give myself just enough space so I can continue to move inside her.

I don’t fuck her hard and fast the way my body and hers crave. This isn’t a fast fuck. This is taking my time and showing her just how I feel about her while also caring for the life inside her. I don’t know much about babies and pregnancy, but I’m not going to fuck her so hard she’s seeing stars when she’s growing a life inside her belly.

“Amos,” she cries, and I feel her pussy flutter around me

Sinking my teeth into the skin of her cheek, I roll the flesh back and forth as I move, climbing higher myself. I’m close, too. So goddamn fucking close. I can feel my lower back tingle and my balls begin to draw up. I try to bite back the release, try to rein in the control, but it slips.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good, Skel. Are you going to come all over me?” I ask in hopes that she does… soon. “Keep playing with that pretty clit, sweetheart. Bring yourself to the edge. Fall over for me.”

She does.

And when she does, her cry echoes around my room, and I have no doubt that it was heard in the hall and possibly in the bar, too. I’m not mad about that. In fact, I think that’s goddamn fantastic.

She hangs onto the headboard with one hand, the other still between her legs, and I feel her muscles twitch as she whimpers. I don’t stop fucking her, though. Slow and steady, consuming her the way she always seems to consume me.

Then my orgasm begins to take over. I feel her cunt squeeze and release, pulsing around me, and it draws my own orgasm. I thrust in and out of her a few more times before I bury myself deep inside her and allow myself to come, filling her with my release.