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“Khoroshaya Devoshka.” I slammed into her as hard as I could after calling her my good girl in Russian. A short, startled cry ripped from her mouth, and I didn’t give her time to adjust before setting a relentless pace. One that had her quivering beneath me, a whimpering mess of pleasure.
My own release was tight on my heels, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. It had been far too long.
“Come for me, Ava.” I growled the command. “Now.”
Ava shattered beneath me with a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed through her. Her pussy was clenching my cock so hard it triggered my climax, and with a few hard thrusts, I emptied myself inside her.
Pulling myself from inside her, I stood and walked to the bathroom. I ran a washcloth under warm water before striding back to the bed to clean her up. I washed her pretty pink pussy and kissed her clit. She mewled and shoved at my head. With a laugh, I threw the rag into the hamper before settling in next to her. I pulled Ava into my side until her head was resting tiredly on my chest.
“You will always be mine, Ava,” I whispered to her. “You belong to me and always have.”
I heard her yawn and looked down. Her eyes were heavy, fluttering open and closed. She was struggling to stay awake. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was mine.
“Mine,” I whispered into her hair as I closed my eyes, sinking into sleep. I could have sworn I heard her answer me.
“As long as you’re mine.”
* * *
AVA
When I woke, Matthias was gone. I sat up, stretching my muscles, groaning at how good it felt to move with minimal pain. My husband had been insatiable last night, keeping me up until the early hours of the morning, making good use of his tongue, his fingers, and his cock. How I had missed that. The vibrator I had purchased just wasn’t the same.
Climbing out of bed, I walked to the bathroom, opening the faucets to start the shower while I brushed my teeth. I still needed to talk to him about what went on while he was away. Not to mention what he and my dad had been arguing about before I woke up.
Things were still far from being okay between my husband and me, but last night had helped ease some of the tension. I couldn’t trust him not to change his mind again and decide I was too much of a liability to him and his empire. He’d changed his mind so many times before, and I would be a fool to trust him again so easily.
If he wanted me, then he needed to earn me. That was that.
After rinsing my mouth out, I stepped into the shower and let the warm water soak into my muscles, washing away the nightmares and pain of the past. Matthias was in for a surprise if he thought we were just going to pick up where we left off.
It wasn’t that easy.
Slowly, I began to wash my body, careful of the still healing wounds. A smile formed on my lips as I took in the love bites he’d left all over my skin. One for each cut I’d suffered. Once I was done, I slipped out of the shower and dried myself, making sure to apply the ointment Dr. Radick had left for me.
I didn’t see any clothes for me in the room, so I snagged a pair of Matthias’s gray joggers and one of his T-shirts. The joggers were so large that I had to roll the legs up several times, as well as the waistband, to make them fit, but it was worth it. Those things were hella comfy.
Tying my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head, I went in search of my family.
And coffee.
Lots of coffee.
It was pretty early in the morning, barely seven, so I knew they wouldn’t be down at the bar yet. I took the elevator down a level to what I liked to call thefamily floor, which just meant that it housed the kitchen and living areas outside of the bedroom suites, which were on separate floors.
When I walked into the kitchen, Seamus and Kiernan were there to greet me with matching smiles.
“Milis Deirfiúr,” they murmured, hugging me tight between them.Sweet sister. I nearly bawled at those two words.
“Thank you for coming for me,” I whispered, my voice brimming with emotion. I’d always had Libby and Kenzi, but this bond was different. Just as special, but different, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“Always,” they murmured at the same time, making me laugh. The two of them released me as my father strode forward with a cup of coffee in his hands.
Oh, thank the gods.
“Thank you,” I mumbled before taking a sip. The simple notes of caramel and spice washed over my tongue. A week and a half without coffee had been the worst torture of all. My father kissed the top of my head and smiled down at me.
I looked around for my husband, but I didn’t see him.
