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Brave little woman.

“What do you want to do now?” Her tone was husky, her breathing hitched.

I want to fuck you, hear you scream, until your throat is raw.

It was fucked up that I didn’t care to do it knowing that the second we step back into the room, we’d be watched. I wanted to get my fill of her - to fill the void for the rest of my life. However long or short it might be. I was on borrowed time with her. Albeit, I didn’t want Igor to see the way Aurora’s skin flushed when she was turned on or hear the noises she made. Fuck, those noises alone could get me to spill in my pants, and I’d store those sounds deep in my memory for the cold days ahead without her in my life.

A faint buzzing and click sounded outside the bathroom and Aurora’s head whipped, staring at the door. She held her breath for two heartbeats then returned her eyes to me.

“Did you hear that?” she whispered.

“He turned on the cameras.” I kept my voice low.

I watched her graceful neck move as she gulped.

“I guess he’s ready for some action,” she rasped. “Doesn’t that man sleep?”

There was no point in telling her that we survived most of our lives on three hours of sleep. It was probably how his voyeurism came about. If you slept, you were vulnerable. If you were awake, you kept watch. Unfortunately, the only thing to watch was the fighting and fucking since our room had only one large window. Overlooking the makeshift ring.

I didn’t want him watching Aurora being fucked. Back at the club, the light setting was low, and I ensured to take her in the way she was mostly shielded. But here, in the penthouse suite, she’d be visible from one of those cameras. I could only shield her with my body from one, max two cameras. But the bathroom didn’t have cameras.

My eyes settled on her, devouring her like a dying man.

Christ, she was gorgeous. I’d seen my share of women’s bodies but none of them compared to hers. Her skin was soft like silk, her body firm and strong. She was an odd mixture of strong and vulnerable.

Her chest rose and fell with every breath, staring at me with those big, dark eyes.

“Y-you are freaking me out,” she stammered, flush coloring her chest. “The way you’re staring at me.”

“Ty prekrasnyy, kroshka.”You are beautiful, baby.My voice was thick with gravel. Her beauty shone in her dark eyes, in her soft touch. She was so close to me I could smell her sweet arousal.

I shouldn’t do it. I’d break her. Ruin her.

Too late.

ChapterTwenty-Three

AURORA

This was insanity.

We stood in the bathroom, my breathing hitched. My heart drummed against my ribs while my mind raced with all the events that happened over the last two weeks. And especially with what happened at the sex club.

I could blame it all on the club, the atmosphere, the case. But the truth was I wanted it. Alexei asked permission before he fucked me, and I gave it.

Freely. Eagerly.

I wanted him, craved him even. If someone had tried to stop us, I would have been tempted to kill them. And while Alexei’s expression wasn’t exactly euphoric, it was the first time I saw any kind of emotion pass his face.

Except, that he didn’t offer affection after sex. He enjoyed fucking me, but it was as if he wanted to remain removed from it. I couldn’t understand it.

“I’m going to shower,” I choked out, my insides quivering with something I didn’t care to evaluate. Maybe the issue was that I haven’t had sex in so long. Though I didn’t think so. “Alone,” I clarified quickly in case it sounded like an invitation.

The corner of his lips tugged up into some kind of a half-smile. Did the man ever smile? I was so wrapped up with the unexpected pleasure at the club that I missed how he looked when he came. He didn’t make a sound, but I knew he finished because I’d felt his cum leak out of me.

He turned to his duffle bag and pulled out a t-shirt, undergarments, and shorts along with a small toiletry bag, then handed them to me. They looked too small to be his.

“For you,” he grunted. I reached for it and eyed it suspiciously. The T-shirt was my size. So were the shorts and panties. I unzipped the toiletry bag and gasped. The Redken brand shampoo and Laura Mercier body wash I used inside. As twisted as this whole situation was, something about his gesture made me warm inside. “Stalker,” I breathed, though there was no merit or anger in my voice.

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