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His grasp around my throat tightens, his movements more urgent until his body locks and I feel his warm spurts inside me, like he’s marking me as his.

But I already am.

Body and heart both forever tied to this man, no matter what happens after.

“That’s it, mo ghrá, take every drop.”

I’ll take everything he gives, over and over again.

His body slows, and he’s shifting my face to the side, his gaze wild and possessive, right before he’s capturing my lips with his. He remains inside me, kissing me with insistence. With passion and want and all the things I once desperately craved.

And as he does, he takes small pieces of my soul with him.

CHAPTER 39

TYNAN

ONE WEEK LATER

The day has finally arrived. The weapons the Russians promised to deliver are getting here shortly.

I made sure the delivery point was far enough on our land away from the house so that this doesn’t touch Brody or Elara.

All I told her was that I have an important meeting with the Russians. I don’t want her to know all the details of what I do. I want to shield her from it, even though she knows by now what she married into.

I’m not afraid of her running, because I will always find her. But I don’t want to give her more reasons to go, not when things between us have been good.

This past week, we’ve gotten closer, and my infatuation for her only grows.

And Brody? Well, he’s always loved her, and with every day, with every smile and laugh he gifts us, I believe in my heart that he will talk again. When he’s ready.

Love….

That word, it sits in my head. And I want to say it, but I can’t seem to get it out.

But the fact that I even want to? That’s the first step, isn’t it?

And that scares the shit out of me.

It’s like I’ll be sending a signal out into the damn universe. Like a calling card to all my enemies so they can use my love for her against me.

But ignoring my feelings, that isn’t fair to her or myself.

If something were to ever happen to me and I never got to tell her, I’d regret it. I don’t want her to ever wonder if I did love her. If all this was just about sex, when it wasn’t.

Elara means more to me than even I realized.

She’s the air I breathe.

The blood in my marrow.

The reason I want to wake up every morning.

Before her, my life was all about work or worrying about Brody. Now, it feels like I’m actually damn happy for once.

Damn.

I’m a goner, aren’t I?

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