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For better or worse, there’s no going back for either of us.

Chapter10

Mikhail

Sliding out of Charlie is the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done, but the wince she gives tells me it needs to be done. Poor thing now has a sore ankle, ass, and pussy, but you’d never know it from the sweet, loopy grin she’s giving me. God, she has me wrapped around her damn finger. I never thought in a million years that I’d be the kind of man to get all soft for a woman, but she has me wanting to do things like cuddle and lay in bed all day and find out every damn detail of her life, to know all her likes and dislikes.

I’m going to have to figure out a way to run this Bratva while also keeping Charlie safe and by my side because letting her go is no longer an option. When I pick her up and cradle her in my arms, she rests her head against my chest, fitting her body to mine like she was always meant to be here, like I was made just for her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, dancing her fingers over my pec. I love the feel of her skin against mine. I love that she can’t seem to keep her hands off me.

“I’m running a bath. I thought maybe you could use a soak.” I look down and give her a wink. “That was a lot of cock for a virgin.”

“Tell me about it,” she says, making me laugh.

“I’m not going to apologize for how big I am, but I can help make you feel better.”

“You better not.” She kisses my shoulder before giving me a soft bite. “I love your big cock, and I’m going to want it again very soon.”

“Anytime, baby, any damn time.”

“I’ll remember that,” she whispers against my skin.

I lean down and start the bath, pouring in some sandalwood scented bubble bath that my maid left in here but I’ve never actually used. Hell, I’ve never even used the damn tub before. I’m always too busy and showers are just faster. The rich, woodsy scent fills the room.

“Too manly?” I ask her, but she just smiles and shakes her head no.

When the tub fills the rest of the way, I carefully undo the wrap on her ankle and toss it on the counter before getting in and positioning her so she’s between my legs with her back pressed against my chest. I lean back with a sigh.

“Why the hell have I never done this?” I ask with a laugh.

She turns her head to look at me. “You’ve never taken a bath?”

“No. I’m a very busy man, Charlie.”

“Well, from now on you’re taking better care of yourself.”

I raise a brow at her. “You think so, huh?”

“I know so. No more not getting enough sleep and eating all your meals standing up. I love you too much to see you die of a heart attack before you hit,” she pauses and asks, “How old are you anyway?”

“Thirty-eight. A lot older than your twenty-five,” I say with a grin.

“I don’t want you dying of a heart attack before you’re forty,” she says.

I lazily run my fingers along her shoulder, amazed at how damn soft her skin is. “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

She smiles while I run a wet finger down her blushing cheek. “I wonder how many times I’ll have to fuck you before you stop blushing so easily.”

Her blush deepens, and I laugh and kiss her temple. “So fucking sweet,” I whisper against her skin. “And so unbelievably perfect.”

Running my hand down her chest, I cup one of her perfect, wet tits. “Tell me how you became a thief.”

“My dad taught me everything I know,” she says, and I can hear the pride in her voice. “My mom split when I was young, and he raised me the only way he knew how. I loved it, though.”

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