Page 91 of Seek Him Like Shelter

The water cascaded down Elian’s back, making his back too slippery to wrap my legs around, so I was helpless but to stand there, letting him work me at his pace, unable to do anything but feel.

But it felt like it had been forever already.

I was close to the edge before I even knew I was climbing.

Then, just a second later, I was crashing down into the orgasm, my cries filling the bathroom as I clung to Elian, as he continued to fuck me through it, then came with me, the heat of him filling me, his whole body tensing, his voice hissing out my name.

We clung together for a while after before the shivers started to rack my body from being wet and out of the spray of water.

Elian shifted us under it, then we both rushed through washing, then drying and dressing.

We didn’t have time to linger after wasting a bit too much time in the shower. But there was no better way to waste some time, I decided, as we moved out of the condo with a guard before and behind us.

They were joined by two more guards as soon as we made it out of the building.

I was shuffled into the backseat with Elian on one side of me, and a guard on the other. As well as two more up front.

If I wasn’t completely mistaken, another car followed us as we drove across town toward the closest precinct.

This was the part I had to do alone, though.

The car dropped me off out front, and Elian gave me a quick squeeze before climbing back into the car, watching me walk into the building.

“Can I help you?” the woman at the front desk, situated by a thick wall of acrylic, asked.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded.

“I need to speak to a detective.”

In the end, though, I’d needed to speak to several as they first listened to my recording, then decided to bring a partner in. Then, finally, the commander himself needed to listen and hear my story.

As Renzo and Elian predicted, though, they had no reason to ask me questions about my own personal knowledge of the Bratva.

There’d been a few questions about the senator’s shooting, but, again, they were working under the assumption that he had been the target.

Still feeling a little shaky, I made my way back outside with barely ten minutes to spare before I had to meet with Nathan to share the information.

“You okay?” Elian asked, his arm going around me as I slid into the middle back seat.

“That was nerve-racking,” I admitted, leaning into him, borrowing some of his strength. “But I’m going to be really glad to have this all done.”

Luckily for me, things were much faster with Nathan, who agreed to keep his source anonymous, and was eager as hell to get back to his place to be the first to break the news to the public.

All said and done, by two in the afternoon, all of the stress, all of the fear, and uncertainty, was finally done.

Sure, there was still the issue of the Bratva wanting me dead.

But both Elian and his boss had assured me that the situation with them was going to be handled.

Having no reason to believe otherwise, I chose to put my faith to rest in that as we went back to the apartment to hang out with Islah and Cinna and, once word got out that food was being prepared, Serano.

He came in with a small box clutched to his chest, looking almost, I don’t know, sheepish, as he approached me.

“Here,” he said, thrusting the box toward me. “I found this. You want it?”

I reached for the box to see what he was offering me.

But the second I took it from his hands, he turned and disappeared.

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