I didn’t know a few simple words could give me so much anxiety, but my heart starts to race.
Would he take her from me?
Pushing off the wall, he leans his imposing frame over mine, breath warm and alluring. He licks his lips slowly, a predatory gleam in his darkening eyes that sends a shiver down my spine and a pulse between my thighs.
Damn these fucking men.
“So, you better get used to living here,” he says with unnerving confidence. “Because it is forever, whether you want it to be or not.” The deep timbre of his voice rumbles from his vocal cords, each word laced with the promise or the threat. I can’t tell which and that both excites and terrifies me.
No more running.
I quietly slip back inside the low-lit room, feeling the cool air from the AC brush against my skin as I climb into bed. I stare up at the ceiling, my mind racing while struggling to fall asleep. The minutes stretch into an hour, filled only with the sound of my restless thoughts and Roza's settled breathing.
Suddenly, the door creaks open, and both Rodion and Z quietly enter, their silhouettes highlighted by the soft blue glow of the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains.
“What are you doing?” I whisper into the stillness.
The mattress dips as they both climb into bed, Z beside me and Rodion next to him. We’re packed in like a trio of fucked-up sardines.
“Sleeping,” Z proclaims with a hint of humor in his voice as he stretches out his limbs in an attempt to get comfortable. “And we’re definitely buying a new fucking bed first thing tomorrow morning because this one was clearly made for tiny people.”
“Why in here?” I urge, rolling my eyes.
The bed feels impossibly small compared to how enormous they both are. His weight presses firmly against my side, and I have to resist the overwhelming urge to lean into the warmth radiating from him. The familiar scent wraps around me like a security blanket.
Damn, this is going to be torture.
“Because it’s where you are,” he replies casually, as if the answer couldn’t be more obvious.
“Go to sleep,” Rodion commands, his tone brooking no argument. He punches a pillow before stuffing it under his head, then casually slings his arm over Z’s waist. Their bodies fit together naturally, their legs intertwining as if they were meant to be this way.
How on earth am I supposed to sleep like this? With their warmth and closeness so palpable, my thoughts race withindecent thoughts. Yet, despite my worries, exhaustion claims me almost immediately, dragging me down into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Zahkar
No fucking bra.
This woman kills me.
I drag my eyes over Alyona, who’s sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging her legs. She dressed in a stupidly small pair of shorts and a tight tank top.
Her tits are fucking amazing and taunt me all hours of every day.
It’s taken every ounce of willpower not to ravish her these last couple of weeks, especially since I lie next to her every night in bed. I have to keep my back to her in order to control my stupid dick from poking in her ass. Rodion gets the pleasure of that instead. Not that he minds.
Damn, she’s gorgeous when she’s just woken up. She has a body so enticingly exquisite that you’d cross oceans, brave wars, and surrender your heart, all for just a glimpse of her. The mere thought of what lies beneath those clothes is enough to ignite afierce ache within me. I’m a man fucking starved of her and it’s a special kind of cruelty.
“I can do this myself.” She blushes, unable to hide a cute smile. “I just need a second opinion. I think I may be able to lose the bandage soon. I feel like a pain in the ass getting you to check it for me. ”
She nearly got a pain in her ass last night…
“Youarea pain in the ass,” I tease to relax her, “but I don’t mind.”
She swats my arm playfully and watches me lay out the bandages, wipes, and other supplies on the counter beside her.
“You’ll need to lift that shirt or lose it all together,” I say with a devious smirk. “That may be a little distracting, though.”
