“Yes…yours,” she gasps, the words breaking apart as my pace increases, stretching her, filling her until I can’t anymore.
“And you won’t lie to me again.” My tone hardens as I drag my cock out before pounding back inside her.
“Yes—yes, I won’t.” She trembles. “I’m sorry…I won’t.”
“Good girl.” A growl escapes as I slap her ass and my fingers return, pinching and stroking her there until she spasms, unable to fight it anymore.
I don’t let up, keeping her right on the edge until she breaks. Until her body gives in completely, the sound of my name tearing out of her as she comes apart beneath me, squirting all over the floor.
“Oh God, Kirill, yes!”
The way she says my name…it hits me hard. Something brutally possessive takes over, and I know that no matter what she does, I want her anyway. I bury my face against her neck, a low growl leaving me as I lose myself in the moment, holding her there as I release inside her, my grip tightening in her hair.
For a moment, neither of us moves. Left in the aftermath of everything that just happened.
Pressing my mouth to her shoulder, I leave a slow line of kisses there as she lets out a nervous laugh.
“I, uh, definitely didn’t expect this when I imagined what would happen if you ever caught me.”
I don’t answer. Instead, I catch her chin and turn her just enough so she has to look at me over her shoulder.
“If you were anyone else…” My words come out rough. “I would’ve killed you.”
My jaw tightens as the rest of it rises behind those words, harder to say than anything I’ve ever said.
Blyat.
“But I—” The words catch and stall in my throat.
She watches me, waiting. “You what?”
I just stare at her. Because this? This is worse than anything I’ve ever had to say. Worse than pulling a trigger. Worse than ending someone’s life without a second thought.
This matters. Too much.
Turning her fully, I force her to look at me until there’s nowhere for either of us to hide.
My knuckles drag slowly along her cheek. “I love you, Sloane.”
There’s no taking it back once it’s out.
“You…you love me?” Her eyes search mine like she’s waiting for me to take it back. “Are you crazy?”
A dry laugh leaves me. “Probably.” My mouth grazes the corner of hers before I kiss her again. “Can’t seem to help it.” I pull back just enough to look at her. “Hope that’s not a problem.”
She lets out a small, shaky laugh. “No. Not at all.”
Her hands slide up to my shoulders, and mine go straight to her waist, dragging her flush against me.
“Because I love you too, Kirill.”
My eyes shut because I wasn’t expecting her to say it back, and when I open them, my fingers sink into her hips. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you, detka?”
“That wasn’t my intention.” She leans in, brushing a kiss along my jaw, and a low sound slips out of me.
“Yet you’re doing it.”
Her face presses into my chest. “I really am sorry. For everything.”
