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“No one else will compare to me.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to come again.”

“No one else.”

“Oh, god, Nico, please don’t stop.”

As if I could stop. I’d have to die first.

My eyes fall closed, and I let myself really feel the grip of her walls as I slide between them.

The supple stretch.

The perfect squeeze.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Her voice is near hysterical, halfway between crying and laughing, but I don’t care.

I let go as her first tremors flutter around me, and the pulsing of my cock drives her over the edge.

The pleasure is blinding as it rips through me like lightning—up through my thighs and down my spine.

Her pussy is relentless, clamping down on me over and over, and long, low groans are pouring off my lips as I feel her growing slick with my come.

Her hands are still tight on my back as my hips jerk into her, and her chest shudders against me with sobs of relief.

I bury my face in her neck as I follow her, my whole body shuddering with release.

In that moment of complete vulnerability, something escapes my lips that I didn’t mean to say.

Something I can’t take back.

“I need you.”

The words are muffled against her skin, barely audible, but I feel her go still beneath me and hear her breath catch.

We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, both of us trying to process what just happened.

“What else aren’t you telling me?” Katerina asks and I go still.

My mind runs through every version of the answer—the fragment in the drawer, the name I haven’t found yet, the fact that somebody is betraying me—and none of it comes out.

“Give me a few days,” I say instead.

She’s quiet for a second.

She lifts her head and looks at me, and there’s no anger in it, no accusation. Instead, she nods.

“Okay.” She settles back against my chest. “I’m holding you to that.”

It doesn’t sound like a threat.

That’s what makes it one.

13

KATERINA

Day twenty, and something’s…off.