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I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he starts to rock me back and forth faster, his cock growing harder the tighter my pussy pulses over him.

My breath catches and I cry out when the orgasm slams into me.

He thrusts upwards and groans deeply, his arm around my waist and his lips pressed against mine as he explodes his own pleasure inside me.

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For hours, we lie out on those pillows, whispering to each other, telling stories and laughing together. Lying in his arms,wrapped in a blanket beneath the stars, listening to the ocean—I have never been happier.

And in that moment I realize that I probably will never be happier. I will have to accept soon that this is all going to end—and then I will need to be really strong.

I will never meet another man like him.

And any man I meet in the future I am going to be comparing to him.

So I know—I will never be happy again—because I can’t be with Avraam.

Chapter 21 - Avraam

Ever since we got back from our night on the yacht I am troubled. It’s like a gnawing thought that I can’t get rid of no matter how hard I try.

Maybe I’m not trying hard enough though—because in honestly—I want this.

But the truth is there.

I can’t ignore the fact that I am falling in love with her.

I never want to let her go. I want her to be with me forever—but her brothers are more determined than ever to get her back home with them and that causes a huge dent in anything I want.

I’m being selfish by keeping her here.

It’s eating away at me.

I have received a number of threats from Rodion. He has made it clear that if I don’t let his sister go by the end of the week he will reign hellfire down on my businesses.

And that means that my workers are at risk.

And because I know they won’t hesitate to kill—I know I am being unfair by wanting to keep her with me.

I am choosing between my own heart, my ownselfishneeds—and the safety of the people who work for me. I have never been this reckless in my entire life.

It should be an instant, easy choice.

But it isn’t.

I don’t want to lose her.

And every time I stand up to do exactly what I’m supposed to do—to release her—I sit back down again because my legs refuse to move another step.

I am not myself when I’m around her. I don’t think with my head. It’s like all logic, all reason just disappears. My heart takes over and makes stupid choices.

Likekeepingher.

Keeping her is a stupid choice that I am making with myheart.

“Fuck,” I mutter in frustration.

What am I supposed to do? How can I fix this?

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