Page 41 of Cruel Redemption

Amara unbuckled from her seat, maneuvered into mine, and crawled into my lap. “You’re okay. You’re out,” she whispered, pressing her face into my neck. She smelled amazing.

“Is this a good idea.” I knew the press was ready for a photo of anything they could get their hands on.

“Very tinted windows. Practically opaque,” she replied. “How are you?”

She wrapped her hands around my neck. Our eyes met.

“Need a shower, but I’m out.” I grimaced. She leaned back to observe me. She took complete inventory of me.

“This is new.” She ran her index finger along my jawline. Ciro swerved and I gripped Amara’s waist.

“I think I’ll shower and shave.”

She bit her lip. “We’re headed to my compound. I thought you could use a break from the spotlight.”

“You don’t think the cabin is the best place for that?”

She huffed. “No more cabin for either of us. The media has created a new layer of security for us. They have proven useful for once. With vans and cars parked out front no one is going to try to kidnap me.”

“I can live with that. I agree with the assessment.” I was exhausted. My muscles were heavy from the lack of sleep and the awkward positions I had to sit in the cell. “But the cabin wasn’t all bad.” I smirked.

Amara laughed and buried her head in my shoulder again. “I’m so glad I’m taking you home.”

“Me too, kotyonok. Me too.”

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Ileft Amara in her office when we made it back to her house. I almost felt too tired to climb the stairs to her second-floor apartments. I lugged my body to her room, walked straight to the shower, and turned it all the way to hot.

I stepped out of the pants and unbuttoned the shirt. I stood under the stream of water, pressing my hands into the wall. The water pounded against my back and ran down my chest. I could feel the grime sliding off my body and being sucked into the drain. I reached for the soap and lathered my chest, arms, shoulders, and stomach. I worked the soap until I had a thick layer of bubbles covering every inch of me.

I didn’t hear the door open, but I knew she was behind me.

She pressed her breasts into my back. Her hands linked around my waist. Her entire body felt like silk as she maneuvered herself around my torso to face me. He skin slid over mine as it was meant to lock into position.

“Hi.” I smiled.

“How’s the shower?” she asked.

“I already feel better.”

“Good.” Her eyes darted seductively to my cock. It pulsed under her stare. “I’m sorry you had to stay there last night.” It was as if she didn’t want to mention the word jail. I couldn’t make it sound or seem better for her.

“I’m fine,” I answered. If only she knew what kind of torture I’d been through in France in Bratva training, she would realize one night in a holding cell couldn’t come close to breaking me.

She began to lower to her knees. I reached for the shower panel on the wall, switching the function to steam and mist. She grinned, licking her lips.

“I need to make sure you are completely fine,” she purred.

She touched her mouth to my cock, tasting the tip, playful at first and then thirsty for it. She sucked up and down, while raking her tongue against my dick. The combination almost made my knees buckle. I slapped the wall. She worked my cock faster. The steam rose around us. The cool mist kept the heat level from becoming combustible inside the shower. With the amount of friction her mouth created, I knew there was little time before I was spent.

Being with her again was everything I needed and wanted. She knew exactly how to make me forget we had ever been apart.

My hips rocked. My breath hitched deep in my chest.

“Amara,” I growled, taking the back of her head. “Be a good girl now and let me go deeper.”

She moaned, lost in her power. Lost in what I gave her. Lost in what we could give each other.

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