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The rest of the drive back home is a blur.
My sole focus is getting Nadia to a bed where I know she’ll be much more comfortable. She drifts in and out of sleep on the way to Moscow, her body burning up with fever.
When Igor finally pulls the car over, I haul Nadia into the apartment. She’s so out of it she can barely open her eyes, let alone say anything. I strip her down, wipe her off with a washcloth, and dress her in one of my cotton shirts that practically swallows her whole. Finally, I lay her on my bed—the place she was meant to be since the first night she walked into my life.
I feel fucking useless right now. My body is shaking with frustration. My hands ball into fists, and I have to fight the urge to punch the nearest wall. I’ve never felt this powerless in my life. I’ve always been in cont
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[NADIA]When I wake up the next time, I know it’s terribly late at night. I sit up, feeling much better, though with a gaping hole in my stomach that’s grumbling and growing due to the lack of food.Shit. How long has it been since I ate anything? I feel like I could eat a horse right now—and I wouldn’t even care about table manners.I swing my legs over the side of the bed and for the first time notice I’m wearing one of Dimitri’s cotton shirts, which is ridiculously large on me. I grab the hem of the shirt and rub it between my fingers, wondering how many times he must have worn it. I sniff around the shoulder, hoping to catch a whiff of his addictive scent.And I do. It’s mixed with the soft fragrance of laundry detergent, but it’s there. And it makes me feel even better.I smile to myself, curling my arms around myself and reminiscing about what he said to me back in the car. At this moment, it’s hard to tell if he actually said it or if I imagined the whole conversation, but desp
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[NADIA]His words hit me like a wave, washing away the guilt and fear I’ve been carrying. I never thought he would see it that way—that he would understand. The knot in my chest loosens, and for a moment, I feel like I can breathe again.Suddenly, I’m not sure if there’s anything more left to say. And he probably gets that too, because before I know it, he’s holding my hand, entwining our fingers, and leading me to his desk. He makes me sit on it, trapping me between his strong arms.His face lingers so close to mine that I feel like I can’t breathe. And he can tell—I know that much. Instead of closing the gap and kissing me, he leans closer until his mouth is right by my ear. I hear the faint brush of his clothes as he moves.“Don’t ever do that again, Nadyushka,” he whispers into my ear, the tip of his tongue gently tracing my earlobe and making my entire body tremble with anticipation. “Because the next time another man lays his hands on you, I won’t just kill him—I’ll make him suf
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[DIMITRI]By the time I’m done with my work, it’s already morning. I look at the time and groan, stretching my arms over my head. Last night, after Nadia visited me in my office, I had every intention of finishing my work as soon as possible and heading back to the bedroom so I could join her in bed and sleep while holding her close to my chest. But the endless calls from the dealers kept me busy all night. Now that I’m finally done with all the paperwork and handing out orders for tonight’s shipments, I feel like I’ll be dead as soon as I hit the bed.Shit. I didn’t even know Ivan did so much work. I thought he was all about giving orders and strategizing our next course of action. But I underestimated the kind of role he played in keeping this organization together. Not only that, he took time for almost everything. He took care of his men as if they were his own brothers and never gave them a chance to complain.Me? I don’t even know how to comfort the next person. I don’t even kno
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[NADIA]He undoes his belt.Slowly. Teasingly.Taking his time with the buckle, knowing that each moment of anticipation is driving me crazy with need.The fabric parts, revealing his cock, already rock-hard and straining at the front of his boxer briefs. I reach up, tugging at his waistband, desperate to feel his hot, heavy length against my tongue.He groans, hissing as I wrap my hand around him and free him from his underwear.“Fuck,” Dimitri hisses, his thick fingers curling in my hair as I lick up the shaft of his cock.Tasting it. Loving it.I swirl my tongue around the sensitive head, lapping at the pre-cum beading at the tip. Dimitri makes all kinds of noises from the back of his throat, his chest and abdomen tight with anticipation.Then, when I think he’s on the brink of losing it, I wrap my lips around him and slide them down the length of his thick shaft until the head is pr
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[DIMITRI]When I declared my love for Nadia, I didn’t know what I expected to hear in return. I wasn’t even expecting anything, truth be told.But now that she has returned those words with her own, I feel like I’m over the fucking moon. My damn heart is racing so hard and fast in my chest, I feel like I might pass out from the force.But I don’t. And thank fucking God for that. I lean down to kiss her instead, tangling my fingers into the blonde mess of her hair and kissing her deep, hard, and long.“You mean that, Nadyushka? Tell me you mean that.”If her confession turns out to be something people say in bed because it feels “right in the moment,” I don’t want it. I want a real confession. I need to know what she really fucking feels.
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[NADIA]Dimitri steps out of the bathroom, and his dark eyes land directly on me.I’m still lying on the bed, on my side, still feeling drained after the mind-blowing sex marathon we just had.But can you really blame me? This beast of a man knows what he’s doing, and he leaves me not only utterly satisfied but exhausted to my bones. I can still feel his warm seed leaking out from between my legs, and the ache of his bites on my shoulders and back.He’s still dripping wet from the shower, water sliding down those chiseled muscles that have left me wrecked and raw. Every step he takes towards me sends a shiver down my spine. My body’s still humming from everything we just did, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan as I watch him move.“Fuck, Dimitri,” I murmur, my voice hoarse from all the screaming I did earlier. “You’ve ruined me.”He doesn’t say a word, just gives me that dark, possessive look that always gets my pulse racing. His eyes rake over my body, taking in the mess he mad
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