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Dmitri: I’ll let Nikolai know you said that.

Ilya: Snitch all you want.

Ilya: When it boils down to it, we’re on the same side.

Dmitri: What side’s that?

Ilya: I see what game you’re playing, kid… I’ll bite.

Ilya: We both want the same man dead, don’t we?

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CASSIE

LATER THAT SAME YEAR

Daylight - David Kushner

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When Nikolai pinsme to the wall, I don’t argue.

His hands hold mine overhead, and his face nuzzles deep into my throat as he kisses me there before nipping the tender flesh.

I can feel his teeth scraping and know he’s marking me. I hope the bruise lingers. I love seeing them, love trailing my fingers over the visual reminders of his need for me.

Because he knows of my fascination, he places open-mouthed kisses on my throat then moves down, down, not stopping until he’s on his knees in front of me. One foot he angles on his shoulder, spreading my thighs, and then he’s there.

Feasting on me as I stand, tongue flickering over my clit, suckling me, sliding a finger in deep before thrusting another inside my pussy and pumping them into me.

Rocking my hips, pressing my sex into his face, I fight his control over my orgasm by increasing his pace, sliding my hands into his hair to grip a firm hold of him.

I’ve earned this.

He growls against my clit, the vibrations sending sparks through me that have me yelping in response. A deep groan swiftly follows as he takes me higher but, uncaring about my hold on his hair, he jerks away, slams to his feet, then hauls me up, grabbing both my thighs and drawing them around his waist.

When I realize his cock is out of his fly, I moan as he slides into me—this time, not his fingers, but his dick. My nails scrape over his scalp as he fills me, inch by glorious inch until gravity does the rest and I’m overfull with him.

Even after months together, and after weeks spent with a broken arm, fractured fingers, and a dislocated shoulder, speech isn’t comfortable for him. He communicates through groans and growls, his voice no longer lost but not exactly found.

So, when he rumbles something in my ear, something in Russian when he’s usually quiet, a soft whimper escapes me after he nips my earlobe.

I’m still shit at Russian, private lessons or not, and he knows that—the tease.

I gasp in his ear, “What did you just say?”

I recognizedsolnyshkobut not much else, and when he pumps faster into me, my query fades because all that matters is he. Does. Not. Stop.

With a mewl as his hand tunnels between us so he can find my clit, I rear against him, back arching as he takes me there. Higher, harder. Deeper, faster.

My face crumples as I soar through the orgasm, melting and burning and exploding—

“Nikolai!” I sob as he takes me through the first climax, growling more words in my ear, words I can’t understand in this state.

I don’t bother trying.

Then, I feel him explode inside me, but he doesn’t stop. His cum drenches me. He’s so deep that I can feel him butting up against my cervix and the bittersweet pleasure/pain is so excruciatingly good, it has lights flickering at the edges of my vision.

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