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He smiled tenderly at me and nodded. Konstantin helped me turn around. With my knees on the floor before him, I could lean on the couch with my arm. I felt him moving back and giving my pussy a couple of quick licks. Lifting my head to the ceiling, I groaned.

Shifting closer again, he gently penetrated me with his hard cock. He started slow but increased the pace quickly. His grip on my hips was soft yet firm. As he moved, I arched back, growing with pleasure. “Don’t stop, baby, fuck me, please,” I heard myself saying.

Konstantin slapped my rear lightly. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me and moaned louder. Grabbing my hips again, he increased the pace even more. I was about to come for the second time when I felt him stop. He turned me back around on the couch and softly pushed into me.

As he moved at a much slower pace, he kissed my breasts. Moving up, he captured my mouth in his as I let out another moan of pleasure. He massaged my breasts while kissing me passionately. I felt him pinching and turning my nipples lightly. My body shook as another surge of ecstasy flooded me.

I pushed my fingers through his hair, moving to the nape of his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt my body jerking, and I came. Looking into his eyes, I knew we came at the same time.

Gasping for air, I smiled. I suddenly felt drained of all life. Konstantin kissed my cheeks. Picking me up, he walked to the bed. He gently lay down with me in his arms. He played with my hair as we lay staring at each other.

Chapter 18 - Konstantin

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I glanced back. Dahlia was still sleeping. She looked so peaceful. The cool breeze coming through the window was refreshing. I sat feeling the sun's gentle rays warming me.

Thinking back to our conversation, I felt conflicted. I wanted her to be happy. But my need to protect her was stronger. She wanted to be a part of our operations, which scared me. Forcing her to stay and just caring for her wouldn’t make her happy. I would feel better as it would keep her safe. But I was sure it wouldn’t do.

I would have to increase her skills if she wanted to join the organization. I had to give her more training in weapons and martial arts. Plus, I must heighten her ability to see when things are taking a turn for the worse.

Rising slowly, I entered the bathroom. I dressed in a simple black tracksuit. If we were going to train, I had to be comfortable. Coming out of the bathroom, I noticed the bed was empty.

Heading down the passage, I saw that her door was open. I popped my head inside, but she wasn’t there. She must have already gone downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, I found her seated at the island. Kissing her cheek, I greeted everyone. Mila and Piotr just smiled and nodded. “Did you sleep well?” Mila said, handing me a cup of coffee. “You seem cheery this morning.”

“I did, thanks,” I replied before sliding onto the seat next to Dahlia. “Would you like to train some more? If you’re up for it,” I whispered, leaning towards her. I tried stating it as plainlyas possible. I didn’t want her to know that I needed to know she could protect herself.

Dahlia looked at me, puzzled. Her eyes narrowed slightly but seemed to fill with joy. At that moment, I knew I had made the right choice. Her smile lit up the room. Her beautiful face filled with excitement. I felt sure that I had fallen for her. She was the one that made my world turn.

Once we finished our drinks, we headed to the office. She wore a black gym-type short skirt combination with a baby blue shirt. Her clothing was suitable, and there was no need to change. Driving to the office, she couldn’t stop talking.

“There was this movie I saw,” she said enthusiastically. “The guns in it were larger than the ones you had on the table.” Dahlia fell silent, and I glanced at her. She was turning her head and squinting her eyes; I almost laughed. I felt sure she was thinking very hard.

Looking at me, she smiled. “It looked kind of heavy. But he swung it from his side like nothing. He shot at the group of people continuously. It was interesting.” She concluded. I nodded and smiled. The kind of guns she spoke of were mostly only used in movies.

Once at the office, we headed to the training rooms. As we approached the first door, Dahlia turned to me and stopped. She spoke in a sweet, smooth tone as she wrapped her hands around my neck. “Can we practice with the guns first, if you don’t mind?”

Smiling warmly at her, I replied as I kissed her cheek. “Sure, anything you want, sugar. I just want you to be able to protect yourself. How you do that is up to you.”

Turning and heading to the weapons room, Dahlia appeared to have a skip in her step. I felt my heart swelling withpride. She was an angel, and she was mine. Opening the door, she glanced back at me. “Thank you for taking the time to teach me some more.” She said and walked in.

She stood by the table waiting as I took the gun she had used before from the safe. Placing it on the table, I spoke softly. “I think it is important that you learn the parts of a gun and how to clean it properly.”

Dahlia nodded, her smile stretching across her face. Placing the gun on the table, I explained to her how to take it apart. After explaining all the steps and showing her twice, I handed her the gun. “Now it’s your turn.”

I observed as she dismantled the gun. She only got stuck twice, which was very good for the first time. Once she had it in parts, she started to assemble it again. She looked at me a couple of times. She turned her head and waited for me to nod. She was making sure she was placing the parts correctly in the designated spots.

She was almost done when she suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened as she looked at me, and she placed her hand over her mouth. I laughed, knowing she realized one of the parts needed to go in before the one she had in her hand. Dahlia quickly undid the two previous steps and placed in the missing part.

Once she had fully assembled the gun, she placed it down and grinned. “Feeling good?” I asked, shoving her gently.

Her head bobbed up and down as she responded. “Yes, I did it.”

“You sure did,” I added. “Now let’s see if it still works,” I joked as I walked to the safe and collected some bullets.

Turning back, Dahlia was standing with her hands on her hips. “Did I do something wrong that you think it won’t work?” she inquired.

“One never knows with these things,” I said, handing her the bullets and mag.

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