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“Are you possibly crying because of the implications of this incident on me?”
She blinks slowly. “Why else would I be?”
“Didn’t you say you can’t have your real gender revealed?”
“Oh, yeah. That.”
“Why did that sound like an afterthought?”
She lifts her shoulders and sniffles. “I guess it is. I don’t want others to know I’m a woman, but I’m mostly worried about your position. If the Pakhan finds out you’ve been passing a woman bodyguard as a male or that you’re homosexual, he probably won’t let it slide, right?”
“Let me worry about that.”
“But…I’m supposed to be the one who protects you, not the other way around.”
“You have a point, but you don’t always have to protect my physical body. Viktor and the others can take care of that.”
“What can I protect then?”
“My cock that Rai blocked so hard that he’s all blue?”
She snorts, smiling through the tears, and her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. It’s the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My fingers find her face, and I take my time wiping away the tears that cling to her cheeks, nose, lips, and chin.
She trembles in my hold, and more tears cascade down her cheeks. I pull her forward, then dart my tongue out to lick the tears that are forming a streak down her cheeks and over the edge of her lips.
Her lips shake and I can’t resist the incessant need to ravage her. I remove my glasses and press my mouth to hers. My tongue thrusts inside her welcoming heat, and I kiss her with the savagery of an animal.
Sasha tries to kiss me back with tentative strokes, but it’s impossible for her to keep up with my pace, not when I have every intention of devouring her whole.
Not when every particle in me demands that I absorb her so wholly, there will be nothing left of her when I’m done.
She whimpers against my mouth, her heartbeat clashing against mine and her body going pliant in my hold.
I kiss her as if I’ll never stop kissing her, and she kisses me like she wants to break this twisted connection but can’t.
27
SASHA
“Sasha, is that you?”
I hide farther behind the wall at the bottom of the club’s stairs and tighten my grip on my burner phone. “It’s me, Uncle Albert.”
“What were you thinking?” His voice hardens with concern. “How could you leave Russia without telling me?”
“I’m sorry, but you said not to contact you unless it was urgent and absolutely necessary so…so…”
“So you decided to go without informing me after you promised to stay away from the Morozovs.”
I fidget, more sweat trickling down my spine with every passing moment. He sounds calm, but there’s an edge of disappointment behind his words like he trusted me with something, but I failed him.
“I just wanted to know what Roman Morozov’s involvement was with the death of our family. I deserve to know why I lost everyone in the blink of an eye.”
“And? Did you get your answer?”
“No. He died as soon as we got here, but I’m getting closer to Kirill. If I prove myself, he’ll give me access to the office in which his father kept files, and—”
