Page 116 of Sinful Scars

I wish we could stay down here forever, just the two of us. But at some point, reality is going to come crashing down.

The thought of never getting to experience making love to Elle ever again is too painful to consider, but that makes me want to cherish this moment even more.

“Please, Lev.”

“I’ve got you,dushenka.”

She clings to me, her nails digging into my back and her thighs trembling on either side of my waist, as she climaxes.

“Elle…”

Her pussy pulses around my cock, sending me over the edge.

“I’m yours,” she whispers in my ear as I spill inside her.

When we’ve finally caught our breath, I slowly slide out of her, hissing at the surge of pleasure, before settling on my side and pulling Elle against my chest.

She gently traces circles on my forearm. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Can you tell me more about the night of the fire? All I remember is passing out and then waking up in an ambulance.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to upset you.”

“I…I want to know everything.”

I shift so that I’m propped up on my side with one arm cradled underneath Elle’s neck and the other draped over her middle. I want to be able to watch her face as I tell her, to know whether it’s too much for her or not.

“I don’t know why we were there. Like I said, I was confused why Igor didn’t take Maxim. He was sixteen at the time and was already starting to accompany Igor on raids and was well versed in putting bullets in people’s skulls by that point.”

Elle winces at my words but stays quiet.

I hate talking about stuff like this with her, but she wants to know. So, I continue.

“As we were driving over to your parents’ house, I kept asking why we were going over there. Eventually, Igor told me that we were going to get payment for a debt that Marco Senior owed.”

“A debt?” Elle frowns. “Why would my father have been in debt to Igor?”

“I have no idea. He never told me any specifics. For all I know, he could have made it up to get me to shut up. Because let’s face it, when does Igor Ivanov ever need a legitimate reason to go after someone?”

“I suppose you’re right… So, what happened?”

“When we arrived, Igor told me to wait in the car while he went to deal with Marco. He was gone for a while, and I got bored, so I wandered around the back of the house, which is when I saw you up in the window.”

I gently stroke my hand over Elle’s stomach as a small smile tugs at my lips.

“You had such a mischievous look on your face.” I chuckle under my breath.

“I was meant to be asleep.”

“I was tempted to climb up the rain gutters to come and talk to you. I know you could hear all the shouting, and I guess I wanted to make sure you weren’t frightened.”

Elle’s eyes widen.

“Really?”

I nod, looking down at her bare stomach as I slowly trace circles around the soft skin.

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