As I clean her, she makes a hissing sound.

"Love, did I hurt you?" I ask, a hint of panic in my voice.

I know I don't have a small cock, and although no woman has ever complained before, the thought that I might have hurt her causes a spike of fear in my chest.

"Nooo, just...it's a very sensitive area right now," she tells me, and when I look at her, she has red cheeks, slightly tousled hair, and those green eyes sparkle as if all the stars had gathered in them.

Mine. There's something so primal in what I feel for this woman.

"You're looking at me strangely," she murmurs and blushes even more.

"You're perfect!"

She turns downright red in the face, and I can't help shaking my head and laughing.

This woman, who asked to ride me just twenty minutes ago, blushed because I gave her a compliment.

"You're the one who's perfect," she returns, and my expression must be one of downright shock, because now she's the one laughing. "I'm serious, Ro. Any woman could have an orgasm just looking at you in a suit. But naked? With those hands that know exactly how much pressure to apply and where? You're an orgasmic bomb," she tells me with increasing softness, and I feel myself blushing now.

What the hell is happening to me?

I chained my cousin to a ceiling and left him hanging there like a piece of meat, but I blush at a compliment?

Except I know it has nothing to do with the compliment but with the woman who gave it, who has so much sincerity and adoration in her voice that it makes my heart do strange jumps in my chest.

I really do need to check with Kai to see if I've been having heart attack episodes given how crazy my heart beats when I look at her.

"Did you and Niko resolve things?" she asks while getting up and heading to the shower.

"No, but that's next. I need to go back to handle the situation," I say, and I think she realizes now that I came home only because I knew she wasn't okay.

I don't want her to analyze this more than necessary, because I know her. I know that all the wheels in her head are turning, trying to understand why I dropped something extremely important for her.

"I couldn't stay there, knowing you weren't okay," I say, and she knows I can't discuss this more.

Not because I wouldn't want to but because I don't know how to articulate what the hell is happening with me. My priority has always been my family, the bratva. In the last twenty-four hours, something has changed. The possibility of losing her made me, for the first time in twenty years, feel fear. Pure fear that freezes the blood in your veins.

Luna turns toward me, and her hands rest on my chest.

"Tell me how I can help you. Give me something to do," she says with such a confident voice.

I didn’t want her involved in my organization, but I really need someone like her for what I have planned.

"Go shower, and after we sleep for a few hours, we'll talk. About Maksim, about what I learned from Niko. About everything. Okay?" I say and search in her gaze for a trace of hesitation but find only warmth.

"Agreed," she answers me and turns on the shower.

I need to rest for a few hours, and then it'll be time to break some bones.

?

The next day, I head to the office with Luna and Niko for the meeting with Maksim. With this whole complicated situation - Denis, the Irish, and Luna's ex - I feel like problems keep piling up. We had to keep quiet around Victoria and tell her nothing. Our sister would have been shocked and insisted on coming along today.

No chance. Maybe my internal alarms don't go off in Maksim's presence, but that doesn't mean he isn't dangerous.

When I arrive at the office, I warn Felix not to be shocked by the situation.

"If you think you're seeing a version of me that escaped from reform school, let him in," I tell him because Felix would probably take a selfie with him first and then call security.