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I whine. “Anything. Do anything, just don’t stop. It feels so good.”
He smirks into the kiss. “I’d love nothing more than making you feel good.”
Both of us move in sync, bodies desperate, lost in the heat of the moment. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me closer, his breath hot against my lips. My nails rake down his back, earning a low groan from him. The air between us is thick with need, every touch, every movement only making it worse,when…
A sudden, forceful knock rattles the door, killing the moment in an instant. He growls, unsatisfied.
I moan frustratedly, grinding my hips up on him. His hand wanders down there, touching my pussy gently.
“It’s alright, baby. I’ll continue soon.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “We never get to have fun.”
“You wanna fuck the Don, you gotta expect something to come up, always.”
I cringe at his words. God does that sound weird. “Mh… Maybe I should rethink this again.”
He just laughs at my words as he gets up. “I hope not,” he tells me before pecking my lips.
Seconds later, he’s already opening the door and leaving me alone on his bed, aching for more of his touch.
Although I don’t want to, my main source of warmth is suddenly gone, taking away my urge to stay here. Without Daniel, it’s just another king-sized bed.
Realizing that still, I don’t have the answer towhatexactly we are, I sigh. It’s hard to tell.
I’m starting to question ifheeven knows.
Most likely, we both just have no idea what’s going on between us, but we enjoy whatever this is.
So, not knowing what we are is worth it, after all.
I decide to get up and search for my daughter, already wondering what she and Enzo have to tell me today. Little childrentalk so much.
But I don’t mind. Honestly, ever since I was a child, I was always more the type of person who listens, instead of the one who talks.
Listening to my daughter talk about the successful and fun day she had is probably the closest I’ll ever get to heaven.
But what I feel for Daniel?
That’s the kind of temptation that makes me pray for forgiveness. The kind that’s gonna get me dragged to hell if I’d strictly believe in the bible.
How could loving someone, or even sleeping with them, be a sin? At least I’m not killing anyone. Shouldn’t murder count for more than sex?
But then again… Daniel’s the one doing the killing.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-five
Daniel
The shipment is in two days, and although I don’t like to admit it, it makes me nervous. It’s fucking bullshit.
At the beginning, I didn’t even believe Volkov. I thought he was trying to fuck with me, like he may have been interested in starting a war.
And now, Jennifer and I are on our way to meet him and his wife to talk about that fucking shipment.
It pisses me off—not only that I have no idea who to suspect now that Julian is off the list, but also the possibility that nothing will happen on the shipment day.
