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“Ahh, Vanya. Just as I remember. You are still hot and so damn tight around me,” Andrei whispered against her lips, their breaths mingling as he pulled out to rock back into her. His hand was still tangled in her hair as he kept her head back to gaze into her eyes while he thrust into her.
His primal growl weakened her resolve to maintain control as he slid into her with exquisite strokes, ending in a hard rolling motion of his crotch against her clitoris.
A myriad of sensations assailed Vanya. She panted as her muscles gathered, fed by the insurmountable pressure that built inside her. She tried to take a deep breath, but as unstoppable as the waves upon the sand, the orgasm rolled over her. Spasm after spasm shook her body. Her cry carried to the ocean as she slumped weakly against him.
Andrei strengthened his hold on her as he pounded into her, pinning her against the tree, groaning with every clenching motion around his cock. Sweat gathered on his brow as he reached for the swollen nub between her legs and pinched it.
Clutching her hands around his neck, Vanya moaned and bit into his shoulder, exulting in the sensual groan forced from his lips as her body shuddered with yet another orgasm.
It was all Andrei needed.
“Yes, baby. That’s what I wanted. You, only you,” he growled against her temple.
“Yesss,” she hissed as he ejaculated deep inside her before collapsing against her, unable to move. Her body relaxed as it had the first time when he had made love to her at the club. Home… he felt like home.
He’s the one, Vanya. Always has been. Always will be. Believe it. All you have to do is remember that.
The reality of the impending war pestered the back of her hazy mind. If only she knew more of what was going on, of what was swirling behind his darkening gaze.
Andrei palmed her cheeks and kissed her deeply, reliving the recent passing of intimate moments they had just shared.
“Vanya?”
She felt his back stiffen at the same time as a gust of air buffeted them. They looked around and blinked at the dark silhouette sweeping toward them.
“Don’t move,” Andre warned.
Vanya realized he was bracing himself to feel the plunge of the knife the man had in his hand. Did the foolish man honestly believe she would whimper behind him and allow him to be killed to save her?
Asshole! It seems he forgot just who I am and what I’m capable of.
Acting on instinct, Vanya palmed the K-bar from the back of her pants and flung it at the approaching figure in one smooth motion. The charging man stopped mid-step as the knife penetrated his skull in the center between his eyes. By the time he landed on his back, he was dead.
“What?” she asked with complete innocence painted across her features as Andrei stepped back and glared at her with exasperation.
“Dead men don’t talk, Vanya.”
“Oops. Sorry. Next time I’ll aim for his dick.”
Somehow, Andrei got the impression it was his appendage that was in danger rather than that of an unknown assailant.
Chapter Thirteen
A luxurious mansion, Bra?ov County, Poiana Bra?ov, Romania…
“Goddamn useless fuckface!” Gareth Sanders sneered as he watched the footage from the drone hovering over Valley’s Lake, Codru în Moldova. Although tech-savvy, it hadn’t been child’s play to hack it. In the end, he had to procure the services of one of the top hackers in the industry to crack the firewall Andrei Smirnoff had installed on the system.
Since the trio were in the forest, Gareth didn’t have a clear view, but he could see enough to realize the assassin had failed.
“That fucking man must have more lives than a cat.”
Fuming at another failed attempt to get rid of the biggest obstacle in achieving his goal, he stomped out onto the wraparound balcony. Breathing in deeply, he forced a calmness to enter his mind, something he found easy whenever he visited his property on the ski slopes of Postavarul.
The lodge was a redefinition of luxury in mountain terms, in which natural materials such as wood, stone, wool, and fur invited nature inside and created a calm hunting cottage-like atmosphere. The house was well integrated into the landscape, both chromatically and volumetrically, which was why he had chosen it. Being here gave him a sense of freedom. Its garden’s perimeter was smartly demarcated by high vegetation and offered a soothing view for the eyes but also intimacy for the soul. The main attraction had been that the house was located in a low-density area, which provided a low level of visual and auditory stress.
Here, he could hide from the world in plain sight.
Lighting one of his favorite Gurkha Royal Courtesan cigars, he breathed in the comforting aroma of tobacco smoke. He felt the presence of the intruder before the faint sound of a footstep disrupted the silence.
