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Everleigh uses her body to push me onto my back before she straddles me. I’ve been hard for a while, but I don’t push her to have sex again. I remember she was sore the first two times, and the last thing I want to do is hurt my woman.
She brushes the tip of her finger over the bullet wound on my shoulder. “How did you get this scar?”
I let out a chuckle, and still unable to lie to her, I admit, “Viktor shot me.”
Her eyes widen, and she gasps. “What? Why?”
“Misha, Armani, and I disobeyed a direct order. He could’ve killed one of us but instead just shot me in the shoulder as punishment.”
“That’s freaking insane.” A dark frown forms on her forehead. “Now I like him even less, and I didn’t like him to begin with.”
Fuck.
Doing some damage control, I say, “It’s the way things work in our world. Viktor is a good man. If he doesn’t enforce the law, all hell will break loose.”
Everleigh keeps scowling at me.
“I fucked up and had to pay the price. Don’t hold it against Viktor.”
She turns her attention to the scar on my side. “How did you get this one? It looks new.”
“We were attacked a couple of weeks back. A bullet just grazed me.”
Her eyes narrow on me. “Do you hear how this sounds?”
“How what sounds?”
She slaps my shoulder. “How am I supposed to live knowing you can be hurt or killed at any second?”
Fuck.
“I’ll be more careful at work.”
“You better!” she huffs. “I refuse to spend every day worrying about you. I want to know you’ll come home to us.”
Grinning like an idiot, I ask, “Home? Does that mean you’re good with us living together?”
She does a double take, looking a little startled. “No, that’s not what I said.”
“Yes, it is.”
Everleigh surprises me by gripping hold of my cock and positioning me at her entrance she slides down on me. “That’s…not what…I said,” she moans.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, too focused on the feel of her wrapped around me.
I sit up, and taking hold of her ass, I keep hold of her as I pull out before thrusting deep into her.
I keep the pace slow, and with our eyes lock, she wraps her arms around my neck.
“You feel so good,” I groan.
“Russian,” she gasps.
“Luchshe derzhis' krepche, potomu chto ya sobirayus' zhestko tebya trakhnut'.”
“God,” she moans, her inner walls clamping around me like a vice. “More.”
“Ty moi, Everleigh.” Our faces are an inch apart, and nothing else exists at this moment. “Ty moy. Vechno i navsegda.”
