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She tries to hide her smile as she leans in. I meet her halfway, taking in what I have been craving.

Reyna

When I slept with clients, my mind went to Ivan. I wanted to pretend they were him; you know?

Kyro’s arms pick me up and he captures my lips. He pushes me against a nearby wall and it mirrors how Ivan used to fuck me in the past. The thought brings tears to my eyes.

Kyro pulls away from the kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” He drops me and I rush out of the room. I sit in the living room and try to breathe.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

I cannot make sense of all of this. I feel as if I can hear Ivan’s voice in my head, his laugh.

“Reyna, I shouldn’t have pushed you,” Kyro says, coming up to me. He sits across from me, giving me a sense of space.

“No, I wanted to. That’s never happened before. Not with any of my clients.” I gasp, catching my breath.

He glares at me. “That’s because I am not a client. I’m the man who’s going to be your husband.” He inches closer to me. “Maybe we should take sex off the table for now, maybe even after the wedding.”

He begins to walk away, and I do not know why, but I get up and run to him. Hugging him from behind, stopping him in his tracks. “Please, don’t say that.” The idea of not being touched. That frigid air filled me with loneliness again.

When Ivan died, I lost that warmth.Theneed to be kissed and touched. That is theprimalside of our relationship. It was gone, and it was hard for me to cope with not only losing him, but the part of him that made me feel alive.

I whimper, “We can try again, please.”

He shakes his head. “No, you haven’t healed from your loss, and I won’t make it worse.”

“You won’t even try?” I shudder.

He turns around. “You make a lot of assumptions.”

“And you speak in riddles.” I retort.

He leans down, hovering over my lips, “Then let me be clear. You need to warm up to me. The reason you cried today is that you are not ready for me to replace Ivan as your husband. With time, you’ll warm up to me. I just want you to ease into me.” His bulky arms wrap around my waist and hold me close. He kisses my neck and I gasp slightly. “Come to bed,” He orders.

I nod, “Okay.”

Following him into the silk sheets that awaited me in our room, Kyro wraps his arms around my body, pulling me close. Maybe this can work.

I had fallen asleep but woke up in the middle of the night. My eyes open and I am alone in bed. I look at my phone and it’s one in the morning. Where is Kyro?

An hour Earlier

Kyro

I have never had a woman sleep beside me. Her head rests on my chest. I traced her skin from her shoulder to the palm of her hand. Her curly hair tickled me slightly, her brown skin was soft and warm.

My phone vibrates and Reyna shifts off me when I go to grab it.

The phone continues to vibrate until I groan and decide to answer. “What?” My voice groggily answers.

“The shipment has been halted. Nikolai is at the club now, speaking to the supplier. He asked me to call and inform you.”

My arm tenses and the veins try to break free of my skin when I almost destroy my phone. I try to regulate my rage with Reyna sleeping beside me. “Send me your location,” I order. My gaze settle on a sleeping Reyna.

Before I meet up at the club, I have extra security to watch over Reyna and Prince while I’m gone. My head throbbed at the thought of the shipment not arriving on time. I need more guns for my men. This should work like clockwork.

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