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“Fuck!”

“I need to get out of here, Ty. This man is very dangerous. He’s well-connected, and he controls half of the city, so if I remain here, it’s only going to be a matter of time before he finds me.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “He can’t find me, Ty.”

He exhaled sharply. “He won’t find you. Not on my watch.”

I felt a glimmer of hope upon his words.

“I have a guy—don’t worry, he’s not dirty,” he added before I could start asking questions. “He’s well-connected, as well. We can get you a new identity, new looks, and some passports to get you out of the city. What do you think about going to Spain?”

“Ty….” I glanced at him; it sounded too good to be true. “This is a lot, and I know it will cost a fortune.”

He bent his head in affirmation, though I knew he was being modest about how expensive this was.

“You’re worth it.” He smiled at me. “No one should go through what you went through.”

“How are you going to pay for this?” I asked, concerned.

“Don’t worry. I have my ways. Right now, you’re my primary concern.”

With a warm heart, I reached out and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Ty. This means a lot to me, and I promise I’ll pay back when things are okay for me.”

He smiled and started the engine. “Let’s get you somewhere safe for now. You look like you need some rest.”

He was right. I’d had a long night, and I needed to relax, even though I was almost certain that I wouldn’t be able to sleep, knowing Daniil was still out there, looking for me.

Tyler drove me to a shabby hotel and pulled into the parking lot. He turned to me, saying, “You’ll stay here for a while—just a couple of days until I’ve figured things out.”

“Thank you.” I smiled weakly at him.

Daniil had really gotten under my skin, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder because I didn’t know when or where he would find me.

I might have escaped him tonight, but I was certain he would come for me.

Chapter 16 – Daniil

Her moans were making me harder as she sat with her legs spread apart. I reached to grab her breasts, and while I tuned them, pinching them deliciously, her moans grew louder—sweeter.

My head was between her legs as I ate her up, licking her wetness and enjoying the sounds escaping her lips.

“Yes, Daniil, yes,” she said softly, rubbing her fingers into my hair and pushing my head deeper between her legs, as though she couldn’t get enough.

She tasted really good, and I loved eating her up.

“Ohh, you’re killing me,” she moaned.

I pulled my head out, but she grabbed me by my hair and pushed me back on her pussy. “No, no. Don’t stop.”

I did as my milaya wanted, basking in the satisfaction of her moans.

My hands caressed her thighs for a moment, and soon, those hot, long legs of hers parted wider. Her entrance was wet enough to accommodate both my tongue and my fingers. Upon insertion, her body jerked slowly with soft, pleasurable sounds.

“What are you doing to me?” Vivian asked in almost a whisper, her voice filled with ecstasy and lust.

With my thumb, I gently pushed up her clitoral hood, revealing the knob, which I licked with the tip of my tongue.

“Yes.” Her body was writhing, and she was gripping me, overwhelmed by desire.

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