Episode 90

Gavril

I fell on the bed next to Naomi, my cock straining to bury itself in her warmth. I felt different now. Naomi was the fucking center of my universe at this moment though there was a ton of shit that needed my attention.

She needed my attention.

I wasn’t sure when the tide had shifted, but right now, I didn’t give a shit about any of it. Naomi was safe. She was back in my arms and out of Hampton’s.

Or even fucking Marchetti’s. I knew that he wasn’t after Naomi, but she had run to him first. Now I owed him a debt for taking care of my wife. Marchetti and I were enemies, yes, and him being unwilling to help me in this war didn’t bother me as much as it had before. One day, we were going to become somewhat cordial to each other, for the sake of our wives.

That was going to take some time, more time than either of us was willing to admit. And a hell of a lot more time than Naomi realized.

“God,” she breathed, throwing her arm over my abdomen, her throaty gasps now subsiding as her or