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I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust into her one last time, my cock unleashing four years of pent-up tension and a fuck load of cum.
Dragging her down with me, we collapse into a heap on the floor with my dick still inside her. Kat gasps when she feels the sticky mess between her thighs.
“I’m not on birth control,” she screeches.
“I know.” I bury my face into her neck with a contented sigh and close my eyes.
“You know?” she repeats.
“You’re mine.” My cock twitches inside her. “And if I want to fuck you raw, I will.”
“And if I get pregnant again?” she croaks.
“Then Josh gets a little brother.”
The air deflates from her chest, and she stares at me like I’m insane before her eyes drift to my lips. I wipe the blood away with my thumb and push it between her lips, smearing it across her teeth. And then I kiss her again. She parts her lips for me, and I drink from her until she’s tapping my arm in a silent plea to come up for air.
“Did you let anyone else touch you this way while I was gone?” I ask when I pull away.
“No,” she whispers as she stares up at the ceiling.
“Good girl.” I pet her hair and kiss her forehead.
We lay together in silence for another hour. I hold her close, refusing any distance between us, until inevitably, she gives up the last of her resistance and closes her eyes. She’s exhausted, but there isn’t time to sleep.
When I finally pull out of her and tug my jeans back up, she looks at me in question.
“Come on.” I hold my hand out to help her up. “We need to get cleaned up so we can go pick up Josh.”
At the mention of his name, she doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s asked. Whatever fire may have lingered in her earlier is nothing but smoldering ash as I lead her into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
Kat frowns as I remove the rest of her clothes, repeating the process on myself. She tries to cover herself up, hiding her old scars and the new one. The scar across her belly from when our son came into this world.
“Don’t hide from me.” I reach out and touch her there again. “This is nothing to be ashamed of. Someday soon, I want to know about his birth. I want to know all of it.”
She swallows, and I open the shower door, urging her inside. Together, we stand under the spray, and she shivers as I wash her body, taking extra care between her thighs and the welted red marks on her ass. It obviously stings, and she sucks in a breath every time I touch one of the marks, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
Even though she showered this morning, I wash her hair again and comb it away from her face with my fingers before I tug her against my body and kiss her neck. She melts into me, and for a while, we just stand there, until the spray of the shower goes cold, forcing us to evacuate.
I towel her off and brush her hair as she stands before me, numb and silent. She’s trapped inside her own mind right now and asking her to function would be too much. So I take on the burden without regret, smearing some aloe lotion into the welt marks on her ass and dressing her again. After I’ve dried her hair and secured it with an elastic band, I remove my own towel and dress myself as her eyes rake over my body, pausing briefly on my cock before her cheeks flush and she turns away.
“It’s okay.” I smile behind her. “You can look at it if you want.”
She clears her throat and crosses her arms as I rifle through her closet and find another jacket. She seems confused by the gesture until I remind her that she left her other one at school.
The nerves return to her face, and when she reaches for the jacket, I don’t let it go just yet.
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, Katerina. You’re a smart woman. But if you think about making a scene at the school, or anywhere else, you may want to consider how far Vasily’s influence stretches.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“That list of names on the drive?” I return her gaze. “That was just one of many. Cops, politicians, government employees. They can all be bought, or they can disappear. The moral of the story is that without me, there isn’t a place on this earth you’ll be safe. It’s something to think about.”
Her jaw flexes, but she nods her understanding. I release the jacket, and she slips it on.
“What am I supposed to say if someone asks who you are?” she questions.
