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We’d spend hours in this room, lost in one another. She’d shower, and I’d always end up joining her, fucking my troubles away. I take a few deep breaths to try and gain control of myself, but with each thought that fills my mind, my erection grows painfully harder. I picture her on her knees, lapping at my cock like she was starved, and a smile plays on my lips. Fuck, I miss her mouth.
I open my eyes, and Grace is softly snoring. It took minutes for her to dose off. She must need rest—I can’t imagine she got much in the basement. Her wet hair splays out across the pillow and I’m reminded of Lara once again. I groan, disturbing Grace, who rolls over, turning her back to me.
I wait another half-hour before moving from the chair and climbing onto the bed. I lean over to where Grace lays and inhale her freshly washed hair. If I close my eyes, I’m transported back to happier times. Laying on my back, I stare up at the ceiling.What the hell am I doing?
I feel the bed shift and immediately open my eyes to find Grace sitting on the edge with her back to me. She’s clutching some of the sheet to her chest, but I’m lying on the rest, so she’s unable to cover herself completely. It’s dark outside, and I squint at my watch to see the time is four in the morning. I must have fallen to sleep—five hours is the most I’ve had in six months.
“I need the bathroom,” she whispers.
“Through the door,” I reply.
She gets off the bed, dropping the sheet, and makes her way to the toilet. Minutes later, she returns, but instead of getting into bed, she wanders over to the doors leading to the balcony and stares through the windows. “You should get more sleep,” I tell her, sitting up.
“Has he been found?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest.
“Who?”
“Danny,” she mutters. “My friend.”
“The thief,” I say. “Forget about him.”
“He didn’t have family. There will be no one to go to his funeral.”
I smirk. There will be no funeral. His body is already ashes. “Come back to bed.”
“Can I have some clothes?” She turns to face me, and I run my eyes up her body.
“No.”
She gives a sight nod before coming back to bed and pulling the sheet over herself. “I’d still run away, even though I’m naked,” she tells me. I stare at her for an explanation. “Isn’t that why you won’t give me clothes? Because you think I’ll run?”
I grin. “No, sladost. I know you won’t run.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because what I’m offering you is better than what you had before.”
She frowns. “You don’t know what I had before.”
“Did you sleep in a bed?” She shakes her head. “Did you eat hot meals?”
“Sometimes.”
“Did you have a toilet and a shower?”
“Sometimes.”
“I’m offering it to you all the time. This is better.”
“I’d rather be on the streets than here, Ivan,” she says, tucking her hand beneath her cheek. “Right now, I live with the threat of being hurt. Out there, I can run.”
I turn to face her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You can run here,” I tell her. “You just can’t escape.”
GRACE
“You like the scent of the shampoo,” I say after a few minutes of silence. He doesn’t reply. I carefully slide closer, and he eyes me with suspicion. I lay my head on his chest, and he stiffens. After a minute or so, I feel him relax and his hand gently rests against my back. It doesn’t take long for his light snores to fill the room. Clearly, the scent is a comfort to him, and I have no doubt it has something to do with that bedroom full of personal things belonging to a woman. Which proves Ivan has a soft side. Just the way he reacted to my presence in the room tells me she was important to him. Now, I realise if I ever want to leave here alive, I have to bring that side of him out.
Warm kisses wake me. They’re hungry and hurried, just like his hands as they roam my body. I try to remain calm, opening my eyes as Ivan buries his face in the crook of my neck and groans. “Ivan,” I whisper, lightly touching his back. He freezes, then his head shoots up and his eyes are wide. He blinks down at me before suddenly diving up off the bed and backing away like I was the one to ravish him.
