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I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t afraid of the shadows.
Tonight, in my husband’s arms, my ass still stinging from his slaps, I feel safer than ever.
“Stay put,” he orders and then his hard body is gone.
Feeling exposed, I slide under the blankets, pulling them to my chin.
I hear water running and then he’s back.
The blankets are pulled away, exposing my naked body. I stare up at him, wondering if we’re doing it again.
I don’t mind if we are. I can deal with soreness. I’m used to pain.
“Roll to your stomach.”
I smile, immediately ready for round two.
He sees my smile and shakes his head. “Stop. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. You’ve had enough for tonight.”
I pout and then frustration. “I know what I can handle.”
“Turn over.”
I do as he says. And then there’s a hot, wet cloth against my stinging ass. He’s so gentle as he soothes the sting.
I relax and let him take care of me.
He tosses the cloth and stretches out beside me, pulling the blanket up again. I turn on my side and let him spoon me with his heavy, muscular arm around my waist.
Now, I can sleep.
24
Sergei
She leaves my bed before seven.
I hear her tiptoe out of the room. I pretend to be asleep. She’s struggling to come to terms with things. Last night changed everything. We both know it, but neither of us will acknowledge it—yet.
The shower turns on in the upstairs bathroom. I stare at the ceiling and picture her naked and wet. There is so much I want to do and show her. So much I can do to that sweet little body. I want to make her feel good and continue to show her not all men take without giving something in return.
I get up and get ready for my day. When I make it to the kitchen, she’s already gone to class.
After getting my coffee, I head to my office. My brothers assured me Miami and Vegas are fine. I can focus on the situation here. They will be ready to step in should things with Yuri go sideways. Marrying Sofia stopped nothing. Yuri’s still positioning himselfto make his move. My brothers are ready to send men to help combat anything Yuri might try.
I will defeat him. He will die or he will go back to Moscow and never step foot on American soil again.
Those are his options.
Kirill walks in without knocking.
"We have something," he says.
“We always have something.”
He drops the usual folder on my desk, but he’s holding a picture.
“This is not the usual something.”
