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Hours went by and it was four in the morning. Kyro was still in surgery, and I continued to take deep breaths. The doctor touched my shoulder, and I immediately started crying. It’s happening again…

“The surgery went well. The bullet was clean and didn’t hit any major organs. Your husband is a lucky man. He just needs some bed rest for a couple of weeks.” She smiles.

Kyro

Those fucking Irish pigs want to finish the job, huh? First Ivan and now me. I’ll have to triple security. Thank God that bullet hit me and not Reyna. That fucking bastard could have killed her. I can’t calm down. I want to go to war right now, but Ihave tobe smart for my family.

The door opens, and Reyna is a mess. Her hair is tousled, and her eyes are rimmed with red. She’s been crying her eyes out and as much as I want to believe those tears are for my sake, they’re not. Ivan died from a gunshot and now a year later I’m shot in her presence. This must be traumatic for her.

It hurts to sit up, but I do it anyway to ease her mind. “Come here,” I order.

My hand reaches out to her and when she grabs my hand, I pull her into my lap. It hurts a bit because I haven’t healed. She tries to get off, but I use my strength to keep her still.

“Stay still,zhena,” I order.

She shifts again, “You’re not healed, you need to lie down.” She orders.

I understand her concern, but I never want to appear weak in this woman’s eyes. I sit her next to me and lie back down. As we lie in the hospital bed, she turns away from me.

“When a man comes close to death, he wants to stare into his wife’s beautiful eyes,” I whisper into her ear. She doesn’t move an inch. “What a cold wife I have.” I laugh.

My hand wrapped around her waist; she was still in her dress from last night. I reach under her dress and past her panties. She shutters at my touch, and I smirk at her honest reaction. Reyna may be in pain right now, but I can distract her for a while.

“Waiting for me to wake up must have left you exhausted. It’s okay,zhena, you’ve been such a good girl that I’m going to reward you.”

“How could you think I’m in any emotional state for this right now?” She growls, yet my finger is covered with her sticky liquid. My naughty wife has a switch that only I can turn on.

“That’s right. You’ll come on my fingers soon, won’t you,zhena?” I continue whispering dirty words into her ear. I kiss her neck and hear the harmony of moans slip through. “Yeah, you like my fingers deep inside your wet pussy?”

Her hand grips my wrist, but she doesn’t answer me. I push another finger inside her and gently bite her ear. “Kyro…” she gasps. “We shouldn’t…” she yelps.

“It’s so sweet when you cry out for me, like a good little whore.” I snickered into her neck. “Keep crying,wife. I want to see tears come out of your eyes as you come.”

“You need to stop…this is wrong, we shouldn’t….” She pleads, yet her pussy is swallowing my fingers.

“But you’re enjoying it, don’t act bashful. I know how much my little whore likes my fingers dripping with her come.”

I rub down her clit and swirl the sides. Reyna’s hand grips my wrist tighter and her back arches as she comes on my fingers. She shakes and releases her grip on my wrist.

“You come beautifully. I can’t look away,” I whisper. My fingers slide out of her, and I lick up what remains. She turns around, and I can hear the sound of her breathing, slow and even, as she falls asleep against my chest. I push her hair from her face and smile as I look down at her.

I hear the door open, but I can’t stop looking at Reyna’s sleeping face.

“Hello, Mr. Novi…” The doctor pauses and I look up, “…kov.” She finishes.

Maeve?

“You’re Reyna’s husband?” Her eyes widen as she looks down at Reyna.

How does my ex-girlfriend know my wife?

Chapter 7

Kyro

Thirteen Years Ago

“Why don’t you move in?” I ask Maeve as she rests in my arms.

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