I drew the blanket closer, the fabric suddenly too thin against the morning chill.
“Did you even sleep at all?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
Rodion shut the laptop and rose. My pulse quickened as he approached. He reached the bed, grabbed the duvet, and yanked it from me in one motion. Cold air rushed in, brushing over my skin until goosebumps chased along my arms and thighs. His hands slid beneath my legs and dragged me to the edge.
My toes met the cold floor, and I let out a quiet, startled laugh. I was in just a t-shirt and panties, aware of every inch of exposed skin.
He braced his arms on either side of my hips, caging me. “We’re moving back to the territory,” he said. His warm breath skimmed across my skin, stirring more than just air. “I will be busy, so you’ll be safe there.”
“Okay,” I murmured, my nails curling into the mattress.
His gaze dipped to my thighs, and when it returned, darkness flickered behind his eyes. He guided my legs apart, slow but with intent and my breath hitched. His palm followed the line of my skin, firm and unhurried, fingers gliding upward until they reached the inside of my thighs.
“Did you really kill Renat?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he hovered above me, and I leaned back, elbows catching my weight before I sank fully. The look in his eyes held me in place. My breath hitched as he loomed over me. His lips brushed the corner of mine. He reached behind me, grabbed a pillow, and tucked it beneath my head.
“I keep promises,” he said.
Sliding his hands down, he parted my thighs and settled between them. Our foreheads met, breath mingling in the spacebetween. I lifted my chin, angling toward his mouth, but he didn’t meet me there.
“I was thinking…”
My voice caught as the sound of his zipper filled the quiet, followed by the soft scrape of fabric sliding down. My gaze dropped, drawn to the way his fingers moved, before I forced myself to look back up.
“I know you’ll be… busy with everything,” I murmured, but the rest stuck in my throat the moment he pressed against me, his cock nudging the damp fabric between my legs.
My legs parted on instinct, hips tilting toward him, chasing the pressure like it had always belonged to him.
“Stay still,” he said.
“Yes,” I whispered, biting down on my lip as heat curled low in my stomach. I braced myself, body thrumming with readiness, but he didn’t move. He only watched. My breath quickened. I glanced down, then back at him.
“Relax,” he murmured. I reached for his shoulder, grounding myself. “What were you saying?”
All my thoughts scattered. “What can I do… when, hm, God.”
My words broke as he pressed just enough to catch at my entrance. He teased, dragging warmth over every nerve.
“I don’t want to go back there and do nothing. So I will apply for jobs,” I said, the words slipping out between shaky breaths. “Rodion, please. Just—”
The moment I begged, he thrust deep inside. I gasped, my lips brushing the stubble along his jaw, and my body arched. He drew back enough, then drove forward again. Each stroke reached deeper, pulling moans from my throat no matter how I tried to silence them.
On the third thrust, I shattered. My legs trembled, toes curling as release surged through me. He chuckled and lifted himself upright, spreading my thighs further with both hands. I barelyhad time to breathe before I saw something darker flicker in his eyes.
His eyes locked on mine, stripping me of any softness. He pressed his fingers into my thighs with bruising force. This wasn’t the man who teased. This was the one who aimed a gun at his brother.
My head fell back. I bit down on the sound clawing up my throat, eyes shut, even as dread licked up my spine. The deeper he drove into me, the more I came undone. He filled me beyond comfort, until I shook again, clenching around him.
But he didn’t stop. His grip on my thighs tightened. He pressed his thumb against my clit, circling with cruel precision until I broke again. I screamed his name, the sound tangled between pain and pleasure.
The only thing keeping me grounded was the look in his eyes. It was wild and sure, like he had claimed something that was never meant to be shared. Rodion leaned into me, his weight settling as his breath came in slow, ragged waves.
Warmth slid down my thigh as he released. My head spun. I swallowed, trying to find my breath, to push back the sting behind my eyes. I felt full, stretched past comfort, too much, too fast, and yet still wanted more.
His mouth trailed up my jawline, following the curve of my jaw, his lips soft now, brushing up to my chin and lingering at the corner of my mouth.
“Can I use the washroom?” I asked, surprised my voice still worked.