I don't.
I drive into her from below, chasing both our releases with single-minded focus.
She comes first, her whole body going taut before she shatters around me. The sensation of her pulsing around my cock pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion with her name on my lips.
For a long moment, we just breathe.
Then she starts laughing.
"What?" I ask, as she slides from me and then sits over me, my half-hard cock nestled against her center.
"I came here to kill a man." She's grinning, wild and free. "And instead I'm in bed with the Reznikovs' enforcer."
"Technically, you came here to poison a man. You ended up in bed with me because I stopped you."
"Best mistake I ever made."
The words do something strange to my chest.
I pull her down so she's draped across my chest. Her fingers trace idle patterns over my tattoos.
"What happens now?" she asks quietly.
"Now we sleep." I press a kiss to her hair. "And tomorrow, we start destroying Artur Troskoy."
She's quiet for a moment, then: "You really meant it. About helping me."
"I meant it."
"Why?"
It's the same question she asked earlier. But now, with her naked in my arms and my body still humming from the best sex I've had in years, the answer feels different.
"Because you deserve justice," I say. "And because I'm tired of being the Reznikovs' weapon. Maybe it's time I chose my own targets."
"That's dangerous."
"Everything worth doing is dangerous."
She lifts her head, studies my face. "You're not what I expected."
"What did you expect?"
"A monster." She says it simply, honestly. "The things I've heard about Konstantin Grinevsky... I expected someone cold. Cruel. Empty."
"And instead?"
"You're still cruel." Her lips curve. "But you're not empty. And you're definitely not cold."
I pull her up for a kiss, slow and deep.
"Sleep, milaya," I murmur against her mouth. "We have work to do tomorrow."
She settles against my chest, and within minutes, her breathing evens out into sleep.
I lie awake longer, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the fuck I've just gotten myself into.
Because helping Emilia Markova destroy Artur Troskoy doesn't just mean betraying the Bratva's politics.
