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“The shooter had an opportunity. One shot. He could have killed me, but Stone seemed to be the bigger threat.”
“He wasn’t bluffing,” Sergei whispered. “He knew something. Something important, and it got him killed.”
“But how do we find out what?”
“Need me to put a tail on Aistov?”
Fuck.
He was thinking the same thing I was.
“Yes. Your best men. We can’t tip him off.”
Because Aistov was a crazy son of a bitch. If he was responsible and found out we were watching him, he’d be a problem.
And if he wasn’t?
He’d be worse.
I’d taken him in. Trained him. Taught him how to think cleaner, strike harder, disappear faster. I’d turned him into a better kind of monster. One with purpose, control, leverage.
Now that monster might be huntingme.
The irony tasted like blood in my mouth.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
WREN
Iwoke up to heat.
Maxim’s naked body was draped over mine, all hard muscle and restless breathing. At first, I thought he was shifting in his sleep. Until he slid his hand down my thigh and pressed it open at the same time he wedged himself between my legs.
“Maxim…?” I mumbled, blinking in the dark. I couldn’t make out his face, only the shape of him. He felt different. Coiled. Like he was an animal ready to pounce.
In a blur, his mouth found mine, and his hips ground down against me, the press of his cock thick and hot against my belly.
I exhaled, dizzy from how fast he moved and the lingering haze of sleep, but my body still arched toward him instinctively.
His lips were a demanding heat, stoking the embers in the pit of my stomach. The firm, determined pressure of his bodywas a language I was familiar with, an insistent conversation that had no need for words.
“Maxim, you’re home. Ahh—” I cried when he kissed down to my neck and bit me hard. “What?—”
His mouth cut me off again. A deep, urgent kiss, nothing gentle about it. His teeth caught my bottom lip and held it like a warning while he dug his cock against mine.
I gasped softly against him. “Again? What happened?”
“Shh,” he murmured, voice dark and raw. “I need to fuck. Let off steam. Will you open your legs for me, solnyshko?”
Not fair. He knew I couldn’t resist when he called me that.
I pulled my thighs up to my chest, offering him exactly what he wanted.
There was no teasing, no prep. Not that I needed it after going two rounds already. To my surprise, he was already slick with lube. Had he been watching me sleep while stripping off his clothes and getting lubed up?
The thought had my cock firming. I bit my bottom lip and pushed out around him as he drove inside me in one long, relentless stroke. I cried out, feeling suddenly full.
One didn’t have sex three times in a night without it stinging a little. The stretch was almost too much, a borderline pain that thrummed hotly through my veins. But it was so fucking worth it as each thrust burrowed him deeper, struck a pleasure that overrode any lingering discomfort.
