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I felt myself shudder with need as his eyes roved over me, taking every inch of me in. No one except Ivan had ever looked at me so intently, and I knew he saw every feature and every flaw. But the look in his eyes showed only adoration and lust.

“What are you going to do to me, Detective?”

His hand settled square in the center of my chest and he walked me backwards until the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees and I stumbled slightly. But it didn’t matter. Ivan had me and I knew he wouldn’t let me get hurt.

He pushed me down against the mattress, and I flopped back, lying there as I watched him strip his shirt off, and undo his belt. My eyes fell to the bulge at his crotch, watching him unbutton his fly and shuck his pants to the floor along with his boxers.

The size of him still stunned me. Fully hard he was almost as thick as my wrist and getting on longer than my forearm, and I couldn’t believe he fit so well inside me.

He crawled towards me over the mattress, his powerful thighs pushing mine apart and the hot tip of his cock traced a wet pattern against my belly. Ivan reached down between us, ducking his head between my cuffed hands as he hooked me under the knees with his elbow, pulling my legs wide and high.

I thought he was going to split me open when he shoved inside me. The angle drove his cock impossibly deep, making me gasp and shudder with every move he made. Pinned to the bed and cuffed, all I could do was let him have his way, and give in to the man who was so determined to make me see stars.

CHAPTER 28

Becca

Mrs. Kovalenko was awake and rattling around the kitchen before I even opened my eyes. When I came to, the smell of eggs cooking and coffee brewing wafted through to me. The bed creaked as Ivan got up, and I let out a vague noise of complaint.

Lolling one arm across the warm space he’d vacated, I watched in bemusement as he got onto the floor beside the bed and started doing push ups. Had he done this every morning, and I’d just been too zonked out to notice? I wouldn’t have been surprised.

Watching him, I winced on behalf of his healing wound. A morning run was one thing, but boot camp was a whole other story.

“Careful with your shoulder,” I croaked, coaxing my morning voice into use.

Ivan glanced up at me, and with nothing more than a slight raise of his eyebrows, he dutifully tucked his arm behind his back, and carried on one-handed without pause. The lack of extra effort it seemed to cause him made my clit tingle.

Squinting blearily, I sat up, wriggling myself up against the pillows to get a better view. Maybe this wasn’t such an awful way to wake up after all. Just as long as I only had to watch.

Ivan turned the last press up into an extended plank, then rolled onto his back for a series of stomach crunches.

“You do this every morning?”

“Have to stay in shape.”

“Thought that’s what the bench press was for.” My words stretched out on a cat like yawn, and Ivan scoffed at me.

“It is.”

“You know what else keeps you in shape..?” I grinned at him.

“Don’t tempt me. Mama’s going to expect us at the breakfast table any minute.”

I let out a grumble and reached over to my bedside table, taking my phone off the charger. I cancelled the alarm that hadn’t even gone off yet, and pushed the covers back rubbing at my eyes as I peeled myself out of bed.

I realized I was going to have to kiss goodbye my usual morning routine of staying in bed as long as possible, heading out for a run, rushing a shower and then grabbing a coffee and something to eat on the way to wherever I was going with Ivan around. It seemed like Mrs. Kovalenko wasn’t the only one who was an early riser.

With a longing look towards my bed, and Ivan’s temptingly sweaty body on the floor beside it, I picked up my toiletry bag and towel instead.

“I guess you won’t be joining me in the shower then.”

Ivan bolted upright.

“You guessed wrong.”

I tried not to grin too triumphantly at the intense focus that suddenly came into his eyes.

“Maybe you should bring these.” I felt my eyes glint as I looked up at him, slightly coy as I touched the pair of steel handcuffs we’d made use of the night before. I bit my lip at the feel of the cool, hard metal, imagining them tight around my wrists again.

I’d liked them more than I would have admitted to anyone but him.

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