He shoves deeper into my mouth again.
“Nyet. I want to handle everything myself. Just have Mikhail prep everything.”
His voice wavers just enough that I know he’s close.
“It’s personal.”
I jerk myself harder, breath choking. I’m right on the edge, and he’s still holding my head down, thrusting his cock into my throat. My whole body tightens, and I come hard into my hand, gasping, my chest heaving as I try to keep going.
He groans from somewhere deep in his chest, and I feel his cock jerk once, twice, and then I’m swallowing heat. Salty, thick, all of it down my throat while I’m still trying to catch my breath.
He exhales slowly, presses the phone to his chin with eyes shut.
“We need to get his partner first. Then we handle the main target. I’ll text you later.”
He hangs up without waiting for a reply, then his hands come down and grab me by the arms, pulling me straight into his lap. He wraps both arms around me like he’s trying to fold me into his body.
“New rule. When you take a call like that, you have to speak Russian,” I mutter with a frown. “Because I don’t need to hear things like that. At least you sound hot when you speak Russian, and I don’t understand anything besidesblyat.”
“Fine. But Calder does not speak Russian.”
Who is this Calder person? Actually, I don’t even want to know.
“Fine,” I shoot back, then stand and stretch. The room tilts slightly. I hear him move before I even lose my balance, his arms catching me like he knew it was coming.
“You okay? We should get you back to bed.”
My head’s throbbing, and maybe this wasn’t the best idea. I need to rest more and I know it.
“Can you help me to bed?”
He doesn’t even give me time to think before he lifts me straight into his arms. I blink, wrap my hands around his neck, and look up at him.
“Can you always carry me around the house like this?” I mumble into his shoulder while he walks us to the bedroom.
“If you suck my dick every day, sure.”
I laugh against his neck. “Of course that’s your condition.”
He hums and walks us into the bedroom, careful not to bump the doorway. Then sets me down on my side of the bed so gently it makes my chest ache. He crawls over me a second later and lands with a thump, then wraps himself around me.
I’m in love with him. Not thinking about it, not questioning it anymore. Just am.
How does this work when he can’t be seen with me? When his father’s rules mean we have to hide? When loving me could get him killed?
We can’t do normal couple things. Can’t introduce each other to friends or go out without looking over our shoulders. And there’s always the chance he won’t come home one day. That whatever job he’s on, whatever person he’s dealing with, will be the one that takes him from me.
But I’m done pretending I want out. Done acting like the guns bother me or the secrecy is too much. I knew what he waswhen I saved his life. I know what he is now. And I want him anyway. All of him. Even the parts that should scare me off. Especially those parts.
Chapter 23
Alexei
I’ve spent the last two weeks taking care of Kelly while he’s been struggling with his concussion. It hit harder than the doctors said it would, leaving him emotional and irritable, sleeping too much. I called the doctors multiple times, and they keep saying it’s normal, that it takes time.
He got irritated with me this morning, told me to get out of the house because I was hovering. Works for me. Gives me time to handle the problems he doesn’t know about.
David sent a threatening text to Kelly while he was sleeping on the couch. I deleted it before he saw it, but this fucking piece of shit needs to die. I’ve been patient enough. This ends now.
