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My entire body is shaking and my breathing is sharp and heavy.

Oleg keeps stroking his hand over my hair and whispering to me. “It’s ok, Raisa. It’s going to be ok.”

We drive for ages, out of the city center and towards the outskirts, to a place I don’t know.

We pull up into a driveway and the driver presses a button to open a security gate.

He parks inside the garage.

The security officer turns around to speak to us.

“I’ll guard the perimeter. You two get inside. Do you want me to call for backup?”

“There is no need. This place is secure enough. You two can bunk in the security hideout tonight. We won’t be staying here long. Just get some rest. We can deal with the car and this shit show tomorrow morning.”

Oleg opens the car door and lifts me out, still holding me in his arms.

His security officer unlocks the entrance and lets us into the house, then they disappear to the other side of the house and Oleg carries me into the bedroom upstairs. He gently puts me on the bed.

I still can’t stop shaking.

Chapter 11 - Oleg

She is like a little bird in my hands, delicate and terrified. She feels small and I have this overwhelming urge to protect her. I wrap my arms around her, cradling her.

I carry her upstairs to the main bedroom in the safe house. Her scent washes over me, sweet and warm like wild orchids and magnolias. Perhaps a hint of honey. She smells incredible. It draws me closer to her as the scent sinks into me.

The remnants of the kiss we shared in the car, and how quickly it escalated, are still flowing through my body. Burning like a fire waiting to devour everything in its path.

She can tell me as much as she wants to that she hates me, that she is angry with me, but she can’t hide the way her body reacts to mine. It's obvious she is attracted to me despite our disagreements. We clearly share some kind of physical connection and even though we have issues with communication, the chemistry is undeniable.

Gently, I place her onto the bed, but when I step back, I can see how badly she is still shaking. My heart pulls towards her. I need to make her feel safe. I need her to know that nothing can happen to her here. She is safe now.

I lift the blanket off the bottom of the bed and wrap it around her body, dragging her back onto my lap as I sit on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. She snuggles against me, barely making a sound.

She just needs a moment to realize that we are no longer in danger.

I think she might be in shock.

“Raisa, I promise you, we are safe here,” I assure her softly.

She has her face buried against my chest and her trust in me floods me with warmth. I wish she could be this receptive to me all the time. Things would be so much easier between us.

She doesn’t understand, and perhapsIam only starting to understand now, but I want her to be happy. I want what is best for her and I want her towantto be around me.

There is something about her that captivates me and I am starting to just give in to those feelings.

I want her.

I want her safe.

I want to protect her from everything and everyone.

She snuggles against me and lets out a slow breath, as though she is finally starting to calm down. Her body is no longer shaking so badly.

I brush my hand across her cheek. Her hair has come lose and is wild around her face and over her shoulders. Using my fingers, I do my best to smooth it out while I talk quietly to her.

“Are you feeling a little better? Do you need anything at all?”

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