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“Nora?”
I closed my eyes, cursing internally. Dropping the shoes in the corridor, I walked into the living room where Lita was sitting by the fake fireplace, knitting.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“Ou—” My voice came out a bit raspy and I cleared my throat. “Out.”
She didn’t look up from her clicking needles. “Out where?”
I took a deep breath. “Uh, Jodie and I went out for a drink. Nothing special.”
“Uh huh…” She lifted her eyes, giving me a skeptical glance. “Did you have a good time?”
I swallowed and nodded my head.
She nodded in return. “Well, in case you’re still interested, I got a burial plot for your sister.”
I tensed. “I don’t want to talk about that, Lita. We don’t know that she’s dead.”
“Not yet. But sooner or later—”
“We don’t know that.” I couldn’t talk about my sister being dead. I justcouldn’t.
She sighed. “Go to bed, my dear.”
I turned away from her. “Goodnight, Lita.”
“Goodnight,” she said. I walked away slowly, the heels of my shoes clutched in my fingers. “You’ll have to face it some time,” she added softly.
I heard her say the words anyway but chose to ignore them.MaybeI’d be forced to face it, or maybe I’d find Celia. I didn’t know what had happened to her, but at the moment, I chose to have hope.
Opening the door to my room, I dropped my shoes and then flopped down on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling. A feeling of déjà vu overtook me from that morning. I’d been exactly here, at a loss, not knowing what the next step should be.
With a sigh, I sat up and removed my bra and top. I undressed myselfand jumped into the shower—couldn't help but noticinghow sensitive my skin felt as I rubbed it with the washcloth. My nipples, which were still peaked, and almost painful to touch. My pussy was still dripping for him.
I put my right leg up on the bench, my hand burrowing between my legs, seeking my swollen clit.
I’m just trying to relieve the pressure.
I closed my eyes, rubbing myself. I imagined his slender but builtbody, his broad, elegant shoulders, his long fingers, and his hazel eyes fixed on me. I could imagine him watching me touch myself, how his eyes might darken, his hands clench to stop themselves from touching me. I gave a shuddering gasp as my hips jerked imagining what he would feel like inside of me.
I trembled, thinking of his cock burrowing into me, splitting me like a peach and just…takingme. No regard for my sanity or autonomy. Just taking over, possessing me, filling me up, grunting, grasping, growling with effort as he worked deep inside me—bending me over and holding onto my arms for leverage, just taking his pleasure from me, regardless of how I felt about it.
I threw my head back and moaned as my body shook, hips jerking, flesh contracting and relaxing around my finger, grasping in desperate search of him. It was a most unsatisfying orgasm, but it was the best I could do at such short notice.
I rinsed off, crawled into bed, and closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to think anymore.
CHAPTERSIX
ALEXEI
The club is a tomb by three in the morning. All the money’s been counted, and the patrons have all gone home. That’s when the real business begins.
Three SUVs drew up silently by the back door, and I hopped in the middle one, Kirill by my side. We drove off silently into the night, on the way to a meetup.
After what I thought was an unnecessary back and forth, we’d finally come to an agreement with the Serbians to supply us with cocaine—the pure stuff—probably sourced from the CIA for all we knew. I had a bad feeling about this meetup, but with our previous contact in jail, we needed to find a new source quickly until he resolved his supply chain issues.
