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“Time to leave,” I snarl. “Before I lose my patience. I mean it. Now.”

“You think I’m scared of you?”

“That would sound a lot more convincing if you weren’t whimpering, you pathetic fuck. Leave.”

The man looks from me to Kelly and back again. When his eyes rest on my woman, even if it’s for only half a second, the desire surges through me to crack his skull against the concrete.

Nobody gets to look at her, to ever fucking glance at her, except for me. I own her. I own her tits, her plump gorgeous ass, her beautiful wide innocent eyes, and her long luxurious brown hair.

I own every part of her.

Not this dog. Not anybody.

Finally, he turns and stalks away, climbing onto a moped and speeding off down the quiet road, the sound of the engine seeming loud in the quiet of the early morning.

I watch him go and then turn to find Kelly staring at me. She’s biting her lip, which is a mistake, which makes me want to force her to her knees and open her pretty mouth with the helm of my manhood.

“Is this real?” she says with a tangled laugh. “Because this is the craziest thing that’s ever happened. I thought you were dead. Lena thinks you’re dead.”

“It’s real.” I can’t stop myself from moving over to her, taking in the scent of suntan lotion and a tempting hint of just-Kelly beneath it. “But you can’t tell Lena.”

Her mouth falls open. “The Bratva, Russian organized crime… and you’re alive.”

“Yes.”

I move even closer, unable to stop myself.

My cock is so hard I feel like it’s going to burst out of my pants. There’s a beast inside of me, something I’ve never felt before, not in all the fighting and all the war and all the running. It’s a beast that tells me to bend Kelly over right here, pull her dress up and push her panties aside. And then push into her young tight hole until she’s completely creaming and shuddering.

“You need to go back to the room and stay with Lena until I can arrange for backup to arrive. I can’t watch you both at the same time.”

“But she needs to know—”

“No, Kelly,” I snarl firmly, moving close, closer until I could reach out and touch her. And I do want to, badly. “You can’t tell her.”

“Why?”

“Because it’ll be too painful if I have to leave again.”

“I don’t understand anything that’s going on here,” she snaps, some sassiness flaring in her expression.

It’s the same sassiness I’d bring out of her in the bedroom, my cock buried up to the hilt in her tight hole, watching as her face transformed from nervousness to pleasure-seeking confidence.

“I can’t explain,” I growl. “Just go back to the room—”

“Not until you tell me—”

She gasps as I dart my hands out and grab onto her luscious full hips. I didn’t plan on doing that, and I definitely didn’t plan on pulling her so close to me that she can feel my manhood grinding against her belly.

She whimpers as she stares up at me. “What are you doing?”

“You need to do as you’re told if I’m going to keep you safe,” I growl, leaning down so I can feel her breath whispering over my face. “I’m going to arrange for one of my military buddies to get here, most likely for this evening, tomorrow at the latest, so that if you and Kelly need to split up we can keep you both safe. This man is as capable as I am, and that’s saying a damn lot. But in the meantime, you need to get that curvy spank-me-hard ass back into the silent city and wait for my signal.”

She’s such an innocent young thing, another whimper escaping her kissable lips as she gazes up, as though she can’t believe what I just said.

I slide my hand around to her ass, glad we’re the only people out here, glad it’s so early and deserted. If anybody else saw my woman with lust making her cheeks blush red, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making them pay.

“Do you understand? Go back to the room. Wander out onto the balcony from time to time. When it’s safe to leave, I’ll give you a signal.”

“And then you’ll explain what’s going on?”

Closer, closer, I don’t even try to fight the urge now.

She’s Lena’s best friend and this is wrong. This isn’t why I’m here at all.

But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop, not with her juicy ass in my hands.

She gasps as I press my lips against hers, claiming her lips with all the primal passion scorching through my body.

Chapter Five

Kelly

This moment has played out countless times in my mind, his rough lips pressed against mine, our mouths opening as our tongues clash together. I gasp – muffled by the tight press of him, of Kane freaking Konstantinov – as the tips of our tongues flare together.

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