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“No. One. Else,” I grunted out. She gasped as I slipped a finger inside, testing her readiness for me.Soaking wet.

“Fuck me, then. Fuck me now, Jai!” she cried.

My hand guided my rigidity into her, stuffing myself into her sex. She felt even tighter than the first time I had her, most likely from the angle. The warmth and slickness were unlike anything I had ever experienced. There was no way I was going to be able to cover this up ever again. She’d ruined that for me for the rest of my life.

She screamed as I pushed in all the way to the hilt. I wouldn’t last long if she kept responding this way.

I moved in and out of her, feeling her walls relax with each stroke. Picking up my pace, I pounded into her canal as I continued my assault on her clit. Her hips moved in tandem as my own hips ground into her, meeting each other halfway.

“I’m there, baby girl. I need you there, too. Are you with me?”

“Oui, mon cher.” Yes, my dear.

My dick threatened to burst. It was the first time she had ever used a term of endearment with me. She moved her head to face forward, studying my expression in the mirror as if sensing the storm of emotions take hold of me and waiting for me to speak my approval. Instead, I moved. I pounded her stronger and faster, her ass slapping against me. The echo of our sounds surrounded us like a cocoon where it was just her and me, in this moment.

She screamed her release as her pussy gripped me. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I let myself go, spiraling out of control as I let her intoxicate me yet again. I filled her with my cum before collapsing against her slick back, my senses slowly returning to baseline.

Kissing her shoulder, I pulled myself out of her and stepped back with my pants still bunched around my ankles to admire my work. Seeing her spent and pressed against the mirror with her ass out and cum seeping out was an image I wanted engrained into my brain. “Fucking beautiful,” I growled.

She craned her neck back to look at me, an exhausted smile on her lips.

I reached for the towel she had used earlier and cleaned us up before throwing it away in the trash bin and pulling up my pants.

Guiding her to me, I held her body against mine, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. “Do you want to come home with me tonight?”

She nodded against me and I thanked God for her answer.

Chapter XVII

Jai

“Target is nearing the zone. I repeat. Target is nearing the zone,” Dimitri’s voice broke through the static on Zayn’s laptop speakers. As a reinforcement we recently hired for the mission, he came highly recommended by my allies. His father was KGB, but he had somehow evaded recruitment and found work independently, on his own terms. A “freelance hitman,” if you will, pledging no allegiance to any one organization in particular. He could easily betray me and snitch my plans to the Bratva and the whole operation would be ruined. But I knew he wouldn’t. He gained nothing from ratting me out. If anything, it would harm his reputation as one of the world’s most lethal snipers.

“Copy,” Zayn confirmed into his mouthpiece.

My home office had turned into operation headquarters, laptops strewn about my desk with cords haphazardly connected to various satellite devices, files overflowing with documents, and multiple empty glasses of the scotch I had been drinking since six o’clock this morning.

Mikhail had finally contacted our team before the sun rose. He had been missing since the attempt on my life. According to him, Leonid had been less forthcoming with his plans than usual, causing Mikhail to suspect that he knew of his involvement with me. He thought it best to not reach out, to redirect any of his boss’s suspicions—until this morning.

Fortunately, I had been alone at the time because Claire had stayed home to develop new lesson plans for the next few weeks. We had been spending nearly every night fused together in a cloud of lust and need. She had even begun bringing clothes to my place to change into in the morning before heading to class. The routine was something that made my chest tight when I daydreamed about it in her absence.

Thank God she wasn’t here for the shit that was about to go down, though. I’d have had a hell of a time trying to explain it all to her before jumping out of bed to strategize my attack.

I got the call from Zayn relaying Mikhail’s knowledge that Leonid had stores of weapons and money unknown to his Bratva members in warehouses all over Lebanon.

I had originally suspected that his reason for waiting years to enact his revenge for the deal his father made with us was that he was building up his supply of arms, but I hadn’t been able to find any evidence of it. I had hacked into satellite systems in Asia and Europe to search for any evidence of stores and infiltrated all underground banking systems in the region to search for any questionable accounts but had come up with nothing.

I hadn’t thought to check the Middle East. The Bratva didn’t have ties there. Well, I guess not until now. And technically, it wasn’t the Bratva—just Leonid.

I quickly contacted my accountant, Connor, asking him to consult with his connections in Lebanon to verify the information.Fifteen false accounts with the Bank of Lebanon!All containing ridiculous sums of money. The leaders of the underworld bartered with large playing chips, but the amount that Leonid had managed to “save” was astonishing.

Zayn performed a thorough sweep of the country and found warehouses of artillery and bombs, some prepared to be smuggled into Russia. Leonid must have been building this collection for the past five years, at least, for it to be so vast. He had most likely made deals with other countries in exchange for his number one export, humans. Trafficking would get you far in our world, but it would never be an option for me. I might have been a bad man but selling women and children for gain wasn’t my thing. It was low and the cowardly way to make money…preying on innocent lives. But not too low for Leonid. The bastard wasn’t a man. He didn’t deserve to be a part of the underworld network. His time was fucking up.

“Hold until close range.” I wanted a sure shot. Zayn relayed the message to Dimitri, who confirmed reception.

I sat glued to my monitor, staring at the colorless satellite image that streamed in live time as we waited for Leonid to move within range. I rubbed my sweaty palms against the denim that covered my thighs.

Leonid’s short figure appeared in the camera. His face wasn’t in frame since it was an overhead shot, but it was surely him with the familiar short, buzzed haircut and stocky body. I no longer had access to the tracking software that Amelia had developed to locate Tarun years ago because it was privately owned by Sethi Tech. Amelia was clear that she wanted it used for good instead of my business, and I had no choice but to respect her wishes, even though it would have been helpful at a time like this. I had to do this the old-fashioned way this time.

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