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She claws at my back, lancing the skin as I fuck her with hard, deep strokes. I pound into her relentlessly. The couch slides forward from the force of our bodies slapping together. Her cries pierce the air, my heart pumping to the point of explosion.
I drag my cock out, grazing her clit before thrusting back inside of her, over and over and faster and harder until she screams as if she’s flying off a cliff with nothing to break her fall.
Fuck me, I know that scream. I’ve heard it before.
Our bodies grind together like we were created to do this erotic dance. Her sweet cunt pulses and throbs around me, her juices blanketing my dick.
“Danil…” She rasps my name, her body flying into a complete frenzy when I hit her spot.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Come with me. Give me everything. I want it all.”
Bright white flashes of light explode in front of my eyes, blurring Larysa’s face. A few more thrusts are all I can manage before my dick jerks inside of her. The orgasm tears though me like a bolt of lightning, hot cum filling her as I clutch her tight in my arms.
“Fuck.” I bury my head against her neck and hold her tight against me, our stilted breaths the only sounds in the room.
“That was so much better than Kiev,” she murmurs.
I pull away, my eyebrows knitted. “Why?”
“Because we’re connected. We share a child, and that’s more intimate than anything.”
My gut wrenches at her words. The reality I’ve been ignoring, the biggest dick deflator I can imagine, pummels me with the force of cement blocks.
Our “connection” is the product of two people who have matching targets slapped on their backs. Right now, I don’t know who the hell is about to point and shoot. And what’s worse is I don’t know if I can stop them.
Chapter23
Larysa
My eyes flutter open. The room is draped in darkness even though hints of daylight peek into the room under the bedroom door. I clutch the edge of the crisp white bedsheet and pull it up to my neck, chills dancing all over my skin just like Danil’s lips did last night. A hint of a smile tugs my lips upward, but the weight in my gut is a harsh reminder that no matter what the man can do to me on a physical level, he blockades himself with barbed wire and flaming thorns when I try to poke him emotionally.
My smile fades.
It’s not surprising. He’s been crystal clear with me about his intentions from the first night we met years ago.
Justice and death.
And he will always deliver.
I twist my head to the left, a strange sense of familiarity flooding my mind, making me remember the last time we woke up in bed together. His back faced me then, too, like he got what he needed from me and then shut me out right afterward.
No loose ends, no regrets, no dwelling on the past…at least for him.
I toy with the edge of the bedsheet. I had plenty to reminisce about afterward, especially during those nine months of pregnancy. I didn’t have the luxury of shutting out the memory of him. There was a constant reminder, one I carried around twenty-four-seven. And even after Daniela was born, I saw him, not only in my memories but in my daughter’s face — the tilt of her brows, the shape of her lips, the glimmer in her dark eyes.
A rush of anger knots deep in my chest.
And after everything that’s happened between us, I know I never will.
His body rises and falls, each deep, even breath making me question the turmoil that must be plaguing his mind. Either he does a really good job of compartmentalizing, or he’s just that cold and unfeeling.
He could be exhausted from our sex bender. Hell, he had my body doing things I had no idea it was capable of, things that could probably put a person in traction if they didn’t stretch properly. Thankfully, I’m pretty flexible, although I didn’t knowhowflexible until a few hours ago.
But the carnal bliss and euphoric haze that blanketed my mind and soul courtesy of Danil’s deviance wasn’t enough to make me forget. My sleep was torn apart by splintered dreams, and lanced by caustic words to the point where I finally just gave up and lay here, panicked about what’s to come for me and my daughter. I push back my hair, fisting it tight, a scream rising in my chest.
I squeeze my eyes shut to block out the image of the hitman pointing his gun at Danil and Daniela. I hear the shots explode. Even the memory of them makes my ears ring and my heart stutter.
I’ll never forget the rage in his hardened gaze, the chill in his accusations. As if I’d purposely held back information that might have hurt my baby. The truth is, I didn’t even think about the man at the concert hall once Danil pulled me away from my family. And that oversight may have cost me and Daniela our lives.
