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“I’m so close,” I whimper desperately.

“Me too, angel. Me too.”

“Come inside me. I want to finish inside me.” I honestly don’t know what I’m saying or where this is coming from. All I know is I don’t want this to end.

He growls against the crook of my neck. “You want me to fill you up? Is that really what you want?”

“Yes!”

“I’m going to leave you dripping.”

I moan. “Fuck, please, sir—”

“You’re all mine, angel. Do you understand? This pussy is all fucking mine.”

“Dimitri—”

“You’re amazing, Nat. So good with Simon. Fuck, seeing you two together… It gets me thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

I swear I feel Dimitri swell even more while buried deep inside me. His eyes drag down to my belly, his pupils blown wide as he licks his lips, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Nothing, angel. It’s nothing.”

I don’t have any time to process what’s happening. The walls of my pussy flutter, climax quickly rising. “Dimitri, I’m gonna—”

“Come on my cock,” he orders. “That’s it, let me feel you come.”

I shatter around him, the ecstasy that sweeps through me so powerful it blanks my mind. Dimitri isn’t far behind me, finishing deep inside me with a growl. He sets me down carefully so my feet finally touch the shower floor, the hot water pouring over us as we hold each other close. I rest my cheek against his shoulder, practically melting when Dimitri begins to wash my body.

He murmurs sweet nothings against my ear, pressing kisses to my hair. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how gentle he’s capable of being. He washes my hair, helps me rinse. There’s an intense focus in his gaze as he admires my body, every one of his caresses as soft as silk. When we step out of the shower, Dimitri quickly wraps a fluffy towel around me, diligently drying me off as he peppers kisses against my cheek.

When I’m dried, he lifts me into his arms and carries me into my bedroom, laying me down on my sheets. I can hear Simon babbling over the baby monitor on the bedside table.

“He’s up from his nap,” I mumble, exhausted.

“I’ll take care of him,” Dimitri says. “You get some rest.”

I nod slowly, struggling with my next thought.

I want him to stay. I’m not ready to leave his arms yet, not ready for us to go back to pretending for the sake of the household. It’s asking a lot of him, though, and he’s right. Someone needs to watch over Simon.

“Rest, angel,” Dimitri says as he kisses my forehead.

He leaves quietly, feet padding over the carpet. Only once I’ve heard my bedroom door click shut do I allow sleep to drag me under.

Chapter 19

Dimitri

Everything’s been arranged. Be ready to leave in fifteen.

I check the text from Mikhail once more, then put my phone away and take a deep breath. I’m not looking forward to seeing Konstantin again after so many years. He’s been locked away in a secure, private location we’ve un-affectionately dubbed The Pit—because it’s literally built in an old pit.

Uncle Konstantin has always been dangerous. The smart, logical thing to do is kill him. He can’t cause trouble from beyond the grave, after all. But the bloodthirsty, vengeful ways of the old guard are the reason my family had to flee Russia all those years ago. We managed to land on our feet, but at a hefty cost.

We’ve learned through trial and error that the strongest man in the room is the one who never has to reach for his gun.

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