Page 11 of Crimson Tears

Nessa nods quickly, understanding exactly what I’m saying. I need to fuck her hot cunt more than I need air right now.

“I’ll show you the guest room,” Nessa offers quickly, jumping up.

Cillian shrugs, grabbing his backpack from the floor.

“Isn’t this his house?”

I shake my head as Nessa laughs. “It’s both of ours. We built it together.” She takes my hand in hers and squeezes before walking off with Cillian.

Instead of following them and fucking her on the wall outside his bedroom door, I decide to cool off and splash some water on my face. I go to our room and get dressed for the evening, throwing on a comfortable shirt and sweatpants. I know my girl will want to cuddle on the couch with a movie and finish her hot cup of tea as she usually does after a mission.

Heading back to the couch, I overhear them speaking.

“You could come watch a movie with us.”

Oh, fuck no.

“Respectfully, Sweetheart, feck no.”

I scrub a hand over my face in relief.

“Alright, good night, Killer.”

“Good night, love.” There’s a pause, and I almost move until his gruff voice returns. “I’m glad you’re alive.”

The sheer amount of relief in his words is clear, and I struggle with my own emotions for a moment remembering the day I almost lost her.

Which explains why Nessa is wiping her face as she turns the corner a minute later. I reach out, hands cupping her cheeks as I kiss her forehead then look in her eyes.

“Are you alright, myLisichka?”

She nods even as her lips tremble. “Just a lot of memories,” she whispers. “Good ones.”

I kiss her, pressing her close as our breaths mingle. I might not like the kid staying here, but there is one thing he and I can both agree on. I am so thankful Nessa did not die that awful day. I will never forget the amount of blood or the level of fear I had in those moments when I thought I was going to lose her

“Want to relax on the couch? I’ll make you a fresh cup of tea.”

That sweet smile returns to her face. “Yes, please.”

Heading to the kitchen with her tea, I know the perfect thing to help my girl right now. I was saving the surprise I have for her for Friday night, but I think she deserves a treat after a long day.

Grabbing the envelope from the drawer in the island, I head back with the steaming cup. First, I hand her the envelope while blowing on the contents as she stares at the gold scrawl written across the black paper.

A Night at the Russian Balletis scrawled across the exclusive boxed seating invitations. Big eyes look up at me with a gasp, and before she can pounce, I hurriedly set down the tea.

“Shut up, no way. No feckin’ way!”

I wrap my arms around her as she jumps into me.

“Alexi normally takes my tickets, but this year I thought you deserved something special for your birthday.”

Her head leans back and her lips meet mine, lips I missed way too damn much. I settle us on the couch, her legs straddling me as I tangle my fingers in her soft crimson hair.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” she asks, her lips barely leaving mine before diving back in again.

“Not since you arrived home.”

“I love you, Boris.” She pulls back, cupping my face and assuring me in the way she knows I need to hear, but I can hear the genuineness of it in her voice too. “Together?”

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