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He’s been waiting for me for four years. He hasn’t wanted another woman all this time.
I stare at the door with longing. If I open it to him, I’ll probably pull him inside and beg him to fuck me. Thick, hot desire courses through me as I picture myself on my hands and knees while he thrusts into me hard and deep from behind. My fingers tighten on his T-shirt and I moan with need.
Desperately, I turn toward my bedroom window, open it, and throw the T-shirt outside. “It’s on the front lawn if you want it.”
Uncle Kristian huffs in anger, and I hear his feet pounding down the corridor. I stay where I am, and a moment later he emerges onto the lawn, snatches his T-shirt up, and yanks it angrily over his head.
Then he rounds on the house and glares up at me.
I gaze down at him with both hands leaning on the windowsill, the cool night breeze ruffling my hair.
Still glowering at me, he kisses his fingertips. He must be able to taste me on them.
A moment later, he turns and stalks down the driveaway, heading for his black Corvette, fury and jealousy etched in every line of his body.
I know my uncle better than anyone, and he won’t rest until he knows who took my virginity.
And kills him.
No man in this city is safe from this night on.
* * *
“You look tired, sweetheart.”Dad reaches out and swipes his thumb across my cheek, giving me a concerned look. He’s seated in an ugly blue chair with tubes in his arm while he receives his chemotherapy infusion. Each appointment takes a few hours, and I always drive him and sit with him throughout.
“I’m fine,” I tell him with a wan smile, and then I scoot back in my chair as a nurse arrives to check Dad’s vitals and the machine that’s delivering his medication.
Truthfully, I’m exhausted. I didn’t sleep at all last night after Uncle Kristian went home. I want to focus on Dad’s treatment and try to think of what we’re going to do about Yuri and Jozef Golubev, but last night’s hot and heavy moments have me in a chokehold.
Two words keep resounding through my skull in Uncle Kristian’s voice.
You squirted.
I get out my phone and surreptitiously search forWhat is squirting?My face burns as I scroll through the results, clicking here and there and reading.
Apparently, it’s not wetting yourself but it is pee? Or it’s not pee but it comes out of the same hole? No one seems to have the answer. It’s not uncommon, but it’s still baffling to me, and it feels shocking and transgressive.
And I did it with Uncle Kristian.
I shove my phone into my bag and cross my legs and arms tightly, trying to think about anything else but the moment Uncle Kristian was angrily pumping his fingers into me and I—my cheeks flush again—squirtedall over his hand, my thighs, and the bed. When I looked up at him, Uncle Kristian had an expression on his face like it was the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. Apparently, he wasn’t expecting it either. But he loved that it happened.
A tingling ache starts between my legs. Remembering that moment with him makes me horny because, of course it does. I dig my nails angrily into my palms. Everything to do with Uncle Kristian gets me hot since he returned.
The nurse walks away and Dad turns back to me. “What would I do without you? Did you talk to Yuri Golubev last night and give him my regards?”
“Um, yes.” I decide to leave out the part where his dear old friend is killing our men, intends to murder Uncle Kristian, and is trying to force me into marriage with his son through fear.
“And have you sent money to Andrei’s, Radimir’s, and Stannis’s families?”
“Yes.”
I swallow a sigh as Dad recites a list of questions. All the things that I should be doing for the business, family, the Silo, my brothers and sisters. The weight of all his expectations pile up on my shoulders, and I want to shout at him to stop because I haven’t got time to breathe, let alone think, but I catch sight of his gray, lined face and force myself to reply.
Finally, Dad settles back with a tired smile. “You’re such a wonderful role model for your brothers and sisters. The family is in good hands with you while I’m recovering. I’m sorry I’ve left you all alone with this.”
But I’m not alone. I have Uncle Kristian, though that’s been its own special kind of challenge.
“Kristian’s been telling me how well everything’s been going. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, the two of you working together, but you seem to be able to handle him. I’m starting to think there’s nothing you can’t handle.”
