Page 208 of The Umarova Crime Family

“Ambros, you’re more than welcome to stay here. Thank you for being with Xava tonight. Who knows what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

“I would probably be dead if it wasn’t for you.” I gaze right into Ambros’ eyes. I need him to understand how thankful I am that he was there. He’s become my protector, whether he’s wanted to or not.

“I was glad to be here.”

“Xava’s room is upstairs. I’m sure she’ll show you the way,” Nazyr tells Ambros before he walks out the front door. A man in a suit follows closely behind, and the door is locked from the outside.

I lead Ambros up the first stairwell and then continue up the second until I reach my bedroom door. I twist the knob and push it open, then flick on the light switch to reveal my bedroom. It’s nothing overly fancy, but it works.

I walk across the bedroom and then come to a halt. I haven’t said a word to Ambros since we walked upstairs. “I’m going to get in the shower. I’m… I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to be rude or cold or anything of the sort. I’m overwhelmed, Ambros. Tonight… it fucked with my head so bad. I’m just… I don’t even know what I am.”

“That’s all right. If you need something, I can make sure you have it. Is there anything else you need?”

“I don’t know what I need right now besides a shower. I feel so disgusting after what happened tonight.” I look down at the ground as I try to wrap my head around what happened tonight. It feels like a sick, twisted dream. Is this my fault? Did I bring this on in some way? It can’t be. Things like this happen to family members of powerful people all the time. This hasn’t just happened to me. I’m certain of it.

“I know I don’t need to tell you this, but I’m going to anyway. This happens to women in your position and sometimes even men. There’s no need for you to feel disgusting because you didn’t warrant it. It’s just a shitty thing that happened to a good person and nothing more.”

I nod my head and swallow hard. “I know that. I do… it just doesn’t make me feel any better. It sucks. Tonight sucked. I mean, our date was phenomenal, and I had a blast, but when we left the restaurant, and I heard that gunshot…”

I shut my eyes and suck my lips in, hoping it will somehow help me push back the memories. Finally, I take a deep breath and look right at Ambros. “It felt horrible. It felt like my stomach was sliding out of my body, and I hated that. I hate feeling so fucking weak, and God! It’s like I don’t even know my place in the world. You know, for years, I was lied to about who I was? It’s such a relief that you know now. I was lied to my entire life, and last year, I was invited to Grozny by Ruslan, and he told me everything. That sort of shit fucks with your head. This is exactly the reason we don’t go around saying I’m their sister, because of situations like this.” Fuck, now I’m crying, and tears are flowing down my cheeks effortlessly. I don’t want to seem weak right now. There are just so many pent-up emotions that I haven’t gotten out yet.

Ambros takes a step toward me and pulls me into his arms. “I know it might not seem like it, but everything will get better. You’re in shock from what happened tonight. Naturally so. It will get better. It will be okay.”

I lick my bottom lip and nod my head. I know it’s just a desperate attempt to calm myself down. “Yeah, I keep trying to tell myself that. I just don’t know who would want me dead. I haven’t even done anything to anyone. For fuck’s sake, I’m barely twenty years old.” Now that I think about it, there is a pretty big age difference between the two of us.

“You’re twenty years old?” Ambros raises both of his brows and begins laughing.

I’m grateful for the comic relief he seems to have, but I’m not understanding. “Yeah, and you’re the old geezer who sought me out.”

“Look at you, being all playful and everything. It’s adorable.”

Oh, wow. I think I’ve figured something out. “Maybe that’s why Ruslan has been giving you death stares this whole damn time.” I chuckle lightly, trying to let the seriousness of this evening wash off my back like water.

“Possibly.”

I lick my lips lightly and head for the bathroom, stripping out of the light pink dress I was sure he liked earlier tonight. “I’m getting in the shower. Care to join me?” I ask, standing in the entryway as I peel off my panties and then chuck the rest of my clothes in the hamper.

I don’t wait for his answer. I go to the nozzle and turn the shower on, then wait a minute for the water to kick on and get warm. By the time I step under the water, allowing my body to get drenched, there’s a heat source from behind me.

Ambros towers over me and pushes me back up against the wall. His hands cascade over my body like he’s molding pottery. Strong, yet gentle at the same time. “Mmm, that feels good,” I comment, wanting him to know I love everything he’s doing.

“That’s the point. I’m sure you need a good rub down after the day you’ve had.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I playfully agree.

Ambros snakes a hand around the front of me until he’s right at my center. He swirls around my clit over and over again. I press my body against his chest, and he begins kissing my neck, distracting me from the chaos that the night has brought.

“Yes, keep doing that, please,” I beg, needing him to keep me on this spiral. I yearn for pleasure to take hold of my body.

“I have no intentions of stopping,” Ambros whispers against my ear.

Ambros holds onto me tightly and picks up the speed. I melt into his embrace, loving the euphoric feeling floating over my entire body. I arch my ass, silently telling him I want more from him, and he’s happy to oblige.

Ambros lines himself up at my entrance and slowly slides himself inside me. It feels like the first time. My body slowly adjusts to his massive size, and he eases in and out of me. I lick my lips and gnaw on my bottom one as he fucks me.

“Make me forget about tonight, Ambros, please.”

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