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He cups my face, spreading his cum across my cheeks as he pounds into me, marking me and claiming me again. His scent surrounds me, making me feel completely safe and loved and when the orgasm hits, I cling to him and whimper his name into our kiss. The pleasure seems magnified with my sight taken from me, or maybe it’s just the way he’s circling his hips, hitting me right where I need him and lighting up all those nerve endings that I never even knew existed before him.

With a growl he lets go, filling me for the second time and, I think, surprising even himself. He pulses inside me as I clench him tighter and take everything he has to give. When his body stills, he kisses me softly and pulls the tie from my eyes. I blink at the sudden light and look at the face that always makes my heart beat a little bit faster. He brushes back my sweaty hair and runs his thumb along my swollen, sore lips.

“You know,” I tell him, “your punishments kind of make me want to just keep on disobeying.”

He laughs and gives me a soft kiss. “Why the hell am I not surprised? You promised me, though, little bunny, and I’m trusting you at your word.”

“I won’t run out into danger, Kirill, don’t worry. I never said anything about not making myself come in your office, though.”

“God, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he admits. “I can’t believe a cop didn’t pull me over for speeding.”

“I didn’t think of that,” I say, a sudden wave of guilt hitting me. “I never would’ve forgiven myself if you’d been caught while I was fucking myself in your chair.”

He laughs and kisses me again. “I would’ve just broken out again, zaika. I will always find my way back to you.”

I smile and pull my arms from around his neck so I can touch his face. I run my fingers down his scar, noticing the way his eyes look calmer now, not so much a tempest and more of a beautiful overcast day.

“You’re perfect,” I tell him.

He throws his head back and gives a deep laugh that’s as adorable as it is infectious. “God, my baby is so fucking sweet and compliant when she’s drunk on post-orgasmic bliss.”

“You should always keep me like this then.”

He slides out of me and then scoops me up into his arms. Kissing my head, he carries me into the bathroom and says, “Good girls get orgasms, baby.”

Apparently so do bad ones, but I don’t say that. I just lean against him and let him baby the hell out of my sore body, feeling completely safe and loved.

Chapter 13

Kirill

While the bath runs, I undo the belt from her wrists and massage the pain away. She’s still giving me a cute, loopy grin, and I can’t help but return it, letting her bring out my soft side again. I enjoy babying her and taking care of her after she’s been fucked good and hard and is dirty and sticky from my seed. I fucking love her like this, but I know she needs a good soak. She’s going to be sore enough as it is.

I spend the next hour caring for her, holding her small body against mine in the hot water, washing her and massaging her tired muscles, and then helping her get into some of her favorite comfy clothes. When I’m satisfied, I carry her downstairs and start making her something to eat. It’s been a long day, and I’m starving. Finding the duffel bag of money under the flooring of Jay’s spare room had been easy, dropping it off at his sister’s house, not so much. The note he’d left on top of the money had been simple enough, just a message asking whoever opened the bag to deliver it to his sister, and then he’d listed her address. There had been a sealed envelope inside, but I hadn’t opened it. That’s between Jay and his sister, none of my concern.

When I’d driven to her house, I’d set it by her front door and then rang the doorbell before hiding off to the side. I needed to make sure she got it, but I also didn’t want her seeing my face. I’d just about convinced myself that she wasn’t home when a short blonde had finally opened the door and stepped outside. As soon as she’d seen the bag, her face had crumpled and she’d clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream. Looks like Jay had already prepared her for this outcome. I took no pleasure in her misery, but I also knew that given the choice between anyone and Lydia, I’d pick Lydia every damn time. He was a threat to her life, so he had to go. Simple as that.

I’d been in my car and about to head back when I’d stopped to check my security cameras. As soon as I’d pulled up the app and seen Lydia tiptoeing through the house, I’d laughed and couldn’t resist sending her a text. I hadn’t expected her to get naked and finger herself. She’s full of surprises, my little bunny, and I fucking love it.

“Vadim’s coming over in a few minutes,” I tell her as I load up her plate, giving her extra chicken because she needs the protein. “He and I need to discuss a few things.”

“You mean you need to discuss killing Ivan?” she asks, trying to appear casual, even though I can see her sneaking a hand into the drawer that holds her licorice.

I lift a brow at her, letting her know that I’m on to her game, and finish divvying up the Greek salad I made while she takes a big bite and tries to look innocent.

“I’m hungry,” she says in her own defense. “And don’t worry, I’ll still clean my plate.”

“You better,” I tell her with a wink. “And, yes, he’s coming here to discuss Ivan.”

We sit at the table, the same one I bent her over, and eat until both our plates are empty. As soon as my phone alerts me to Vadim’s arrival, I grab our plates and kiss her head before walking into the kitchen to clean up. Lydia gets the door when she hears the knock, and I can’t help but smile at the domestic turn my life has taken. They walk into the kitchen, Lydia with her arms crossed casually across her chest because she’s obeying rule number one while she offers him a drink. He greets me in Russian, and once he’s got a soda in hand, we make our way to my office. My eyes quickly fall on the chair she’d had her bare ass in, and the memory has me fighting a smile. Vadim sees her discarded clothes on the floor and lets out a soft laugh.

“I take it things are going well?”

“They are,” I say, not elaborating on what happened in here. No one gets to know about that side of her but me. I sit in my chair and type in the password for my computer. The monitors spark to life, and when I pull up the video feed of the cameras that I asked Vadim to set up earlier today, Ivan’s house fills my screen. I study the footage. The cameras are all outside, but he’s put up several along the security gate that surrounds the property so I can see every angle of the place.

“Anything new going on?” I ask.

Vadim takes the chair on the other side of the desk and shakes his head. “Not really. He’s upped his security, obviously taken a hit out on you, and he’s been sticking closer to home lately. He feels safe there. He even cancelled his visit with one of his mistresses last night, didn’t want to venture off the property.”

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