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I knew we weren’t going to last very long.
He moaned, his hips pumping a few more times before he slumped against me, breathing hard. How he was still holding me up after all that, I had no idea.
I was exhausted, but neither of us tried to move away. He just continued to hold me and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“I could fuck you all night, Elena,” he said.
And before I could stop myself, the first words I thought about rolled out of my mouth. “Why don’t you?”
His head snapped up, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I thought you wanted to get it over with?”
I found the strength to slide down from the counter, but I was still trapped between his chest. My nipples ached, the spot between my legs felt sore but tingled from excitement, and my body stung from all the bite marks.
This night hadn’t gone exactly as I planned, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for it to end soon.
Throwing my head back, I held his gaze.
“You don’t see me walking away now, do you?”
Chapter 21 – Damien
The rain tapped against the office windows, but I barely heard it. My mind wandered elsewhere, to my house, and the woman currently residing in it as my wife.
For once, I didn’t care about the shipments, the money, the Dalys, or the goddamn rats sniffing around my business.
All I could think about was her. It had worsened since our wedding night, two weeks ago. She was in my veins now—like poison, like salvation. I didn’t know which, and that pissed me off more than anything.
Other men suffered with addictions to drugs and other shit, but I was addicted to her body and everything else she offered.
I sat behind my desk, fingers steepled. Usually, the scent of my cigar hanging heavy in the air was enough to fog my mind, but even that comfort had dulled.
I’d lit it out of habit, not desire. The ashtray was full of half-burnt remnants, all of them abandoned when my mind drifted again. To her. To the way her voice cracked when she moaned my name. The way her eyes shimmered when she was angry, like fire and water all at once.
Goddamn it.
In addition to my fascination, she was pregnant with my child. The reality still hit like a fucking freight train.
But I loved it. She was slowly becoming a part of me. Not just her body, not just the heat we stole in those nights. I liked the sound of her laugh, the softness in her voice when she let her guard down, the goddamn way she looked at me as if I was more than the monster everyone else saw.
She didn’t fear me because I hadn’t given her more reasons to. And I wasn’t ready to usher her into the wholeness ofmy life. It would scare her, and I knew if I lost her…I’d burn this whole city to the ground.
My phone buzzed on the desk. I didn’t look at it. Business could wait.
I leaned back, closing my eyes, and for a moment, I let the image of her fill the darkness behind my lids.
And the phone rang again.
I reached for it, swiped to answer, and put it on speaker, my voice already rough. “Privyet.”
“Damien.”
I opened an eye. It was Fedor, but he seldom addressed me by my name. Whatever it was had to be important.
“It’s Katya. She’s awake.”
The world tilted.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. The line went dead before the phone hit the desk. I was already moving, the door swinging open, my footsteps pounding down to the lobby and into the rain.
