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“So…fucking…good,” were his interjections between every hard thrust.

I loved how he filled me up, claimed me possessively, and slammed into me like that was his life’s purpose. I covered his palm on my hip, tracing my fingers over his skin while he rammed into me with laser-like focus. I’d learned that he was always so intentional and calculative about everything, even when we had sex.

It was, for lack of better words,hot.

My legs trembled. Slowly, he stiffened inside me, and our pants intertwined in the coldness of the room, but nothing else mattered more than wanting to burst from an inner joy that was so unexplainable. It didn’t take long before I shattered in his arms, coming undone before him while he rode me through my orgasm until he came with a loud grunt.

Clearly drunk on sex, I smiled up at him, trying to catch my breath.

And to my utmost surprise, my husband smiled back.

My heart caught in my throat at the beautiful sight of his brown eyes lighting up, albeit dangerously. He leaned forward and kissed me, sucking my lower lip and then the upper one before tasting my tongue.

“I hope you’re not tired,Pchelka, because tonight is going to be a long one.”

Chapter 14 – Timur

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I jumped to my feet and searched the room for a sign of her, but she wasn’t there.

Gripping the doorknob, I took a deep breath. Serena had never tried to escape, not once since she agreed to offer her life in the stead of her brother. I doubted that she would start now. I had to calm the fuck down. She was beginning to mess with my thoughts. Every fucking morning and night, she was all I could think of. I wanted to know what she was doing, how she did it, and when she did it. Even after I’d tried to stay away, and—considering how eagerly I’d jumped at the opportunity to fuck her yesterday—it obviouslydidn’t work,I still couldn’t convince myself to steer clear of her.

If this was what it meant to be obsessed, I was slowly becoming a pro at it. And that had to be the worse fucking thing that could ever happen to me.

I didn’t bother putting on pants. I walked back to the bed, grabbed my gun holster from the first drawer, and stormed my way out of the room and into the living room. She wasn’t there, but the hushed voices and the echo of ceramic and steel coming from the kitchen were indications of where she could be.

Before I crossed the doors, my eyes made out two figures arranging plates on a tray: an older woman and a younger one. I passed the threshold, and her name was the first thing that left my mouth.

“Serena.”

She paused, freezing over the tray like she’d been caught stealing from a cookie jar. Draped in my shirt, which stopped under the curve of her ass and did nothing to hide her smooth legs peeking from underneath, blonde hair spilled over hershoulders, and the heels of her bare feet were hoisted in the air as she stood on the tips of her toes. Seeing her like that, bent over that counter, made me want to take her there and then, in the hardest and fastest way possible, but the shuffle of feet brought my mind out of the gutters.

I remembered the other person in the room.

The older woman standing beside her was Klavdia. In one hand, she held a pan and a spatula while something, like soft bread, dangled from Serena’s grasp.

Suspiciously, I looked from Klavdia to Serena. “What are you two doing?”

Serena shared a nervous look with the maid. Then, quietly, she dropped to the balls of her feet, nervously dragging her hair and the collar of the oversized shirt to cover the red marks on her shoulder and neck. Spots that I unapologetically gave her with my tongue and teeth while feasting on her delicious body.

Her gaze flickered over the gun holster in my hand and lingered briefly on my boxer shorts before journeying back up to my face.

She raised her eyebrow and looked at me. Sighing, I then discarded the gun holster on the kitchen island and crossed the room toward her. Even up close, my littlePchelkastill smelled like vanilla.

“Better?”

Nodding, she smiled. “Unfortunately, it’s not like we can do anything about the shorts.” I narrowed my eyes over her shoulder at Klavdia and faced her again.

“Come back to bed.” I lowered my lips to growl in her ear. “We have unfinished business to take care of.”

“Unfinished business like…?”

I pulled back to see the crimson stain on her cheeks and the naughty glint in her eyes. I fought for inner control, but I knew I was losing it—shewas making me lose it. I couldn’t resist.

In the presence of the watching maid, I wrapped my arms around the dips of her waist, groped the soft curve of her butt cheeks, and squeezed. Her shocked gasp hit my chest. “I still want to fuck you,Pchelka.”

Shyly, she reached for my fingers and peeled them off her backside with a soft chuckle. “Not yet,” she murmured sweetly and took a step back. She gestured to the tray behind her and retraced her steps to where I’d met her by the counter.

She motioned to the bread-like thing on the plate.

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