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Without missing a beat, he chuckles and murmurs, “Only for you, lisichka. No other woman would dare be in my bed.”

Heat and amusement swirl. “Smooth catch.”

“Unarmed but definitely still able to kill me and make it look like an accident,” he jokes. He nips my skin again as his hand smooths down over my hip to my core. His fingers slide through my wetness, zeroing in on my clit and rubbing it slowly. “How about I show you what I had in mind?”

“Convincing me to stay in bed longer next time?” I breathe, eyes drifting shut as pleasure builds.

“I’m sure I’ll make it worth your while.”

He definitely does. It’s not long before he expertly has me shuddering through an orgasm, his name falling from my lips.

“So pretty, lisichka. I love the way you beg for me,” he rasps in my ear, already lining himself up and pressing inside. I’m so damn sore, but it feels too good to make him stop.

Damn him.

“Mmmm, I love how wet you are for me.”

Thrust.

“So fucking good, lisichka.”

Thrust.

“You were made for me.”

Thrust.

“Fuck, I want to wake up and do this every damn day.”

He picks up pace, and I press my hands into the tiled wall, holding steady as he pounds inside me. I can’t do anything but hold on for the ride, and it’s so fucking good.

It’s not long before my orgasm is rising again, and my scream bounces off the shower walls as I fall. Ilya groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he fills me.

“Well, if that’s how the mornings are going to go, maybe I’ll agree,” I rasp, stepping fully under the spray to wash off.

He chuckles, moving to the other shower head to do the same. “Why are you up so early?”

I hesitate slightly. The answer probably isn’t one he’s going to want to hear, so I give a plausible one instead. “I’m always an early riser. I only usually get a few hours a night.”

I can feel his eyes on me, but he doesn’t call me on it. Maybe he recognizes it’s better not to push me.

“What are you planning for today?”

Such a normal question, but there’s so much hanging from it. Which brings me to one of the points I need to make.

“We need to talk, Ilya, and I need your agreement. Then I’m going to get the same from Zakhar, Mila, and Oleg.” I keep my tone serious. I turn to look at him and force myself to ignore how hot he looks with water cascading over all that tattooed muscle. Mostly.

“Alright.” He keeps his tone even, but the caution is all over his face.

“While I am here, I can never be called by my real name. Ever. I will always be in a persona that the staff and everyone will come to expect. Everyone has to be careful. Anything else is too dangerous.”

“And who will that be? And what does it matter if they know your name? We can always say that we met randomly, or whatever.”

“Because the people who know my real name die, Ilya.” My tone is lethal. I want there to be no mistake.

He stiffens. “And yet you shared that with all of us.”

“Not by choice. Rori backed me into a corner.”