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I’m doing this because I crave him already, the way I can see in his eyes that he craves me too.

Konstantin moans when my lips wrap around the head of his cock, his hand knotting in my hair as I slide my mouth down his length. He tastes like my arousal and his, and I lick hungrily along his shaft as he hardens in my mouth, his hips already tilting forward to push his cock into my throat. His handtightens in my hair, and I grip the side of his hip, bracing myself as he starts to fuck my face.

“God, you’re so fucking good,volchitsa,” he groans, thrusting into my mouth. “I want to come all over your pretty face. I want to mark you with my fucking cum—” He pushes himself into the very back of my throat, as my lips slide down to the base. “Touch yourself,volchitsa.I want to see you coming on your fingers while I paint your pretty face.”

A shudder ripples through me. I drop my hand between my thighs immediately, moaning around his cock as I find my swollen, slick clit and start to circle it with two fingers. I’m dripping wet with a mixture of my arousal and his cum, and his roughness only turns me on more.

“God, you make me fucking insane,” he growls, thrusting his cock into my throat faster, harder, like he’d fuck my pussy. I choke around his length, gagging, but he doesn’t stop, and I reach down with my other hand, impaling myself with two fingers as I rock against my hands. “You don’t fucking shy away from anything, do you,volchitsa?My fucking wild woman. My little she-wolf,” he growls with pleasure, holding himself pressed to my lips as he lets out a low groan. “Fuck, I’m going to come soon, Sophia. Make yourself come on your fingers,dorogoy, come for me?—”

The ragged sound of his voice, the feeling of his cock choking me—it all tips me over the edge. Konstantin groans aloud as he pulls himself free of my mouth the moment he feels me start to shudder, his hand in my hair yanking my head back as his other hand grips the length of his cock and starts to stroke roughly.

“Oh god, Konstantin—” I moan, my hips rocking down onto my hands. “I’m coming, oh fuck, I?—”

“Fuck!”he snarls as his cock throbs in front of my face, the first hot spurt hitting my cheek. He paints my face with his cum, spurt after spurt hitting my cheeks, my lips, my nose, spatteringdown to my breasts as I come hard on my own fingers, moaning out my orgasm, the pleasure only heightened by the heat of Konstantin’s cum on my face. He pushes his cockhead against my lips, and I open my mouth obediently, licking away the drops of cum still pearling from his tip.

“That’s it. Lick it clean,volchitsa.Fuck?—”

He’s breathing hard as I lick the last of his cum from his cock. “Fuck, I could keep you just like that,dorogoy,” he murmurs, tapping his cockhead against my lips before finally withdrawing fully. “Covered in my cum. You look even prettier like this, Sophia.”

All the same, we do finally end up in the shower. Konstantin fucks me again, up against the wall—slower this time—until he comes inside of me. And as sore as I am, I still come for him again, twice, screaming out his name as he fills me up.

When we’re finally dressed and he comes back from checking on Elia again, he stops just after closing the door dividing the rooms, looking at me with that appraising expression on his face again.

“Your father must have taught you very well,” he muses. “I can’t fathom taking a child to do jobs like that. But you didn’t flinch.”

I shrug, trying to look casual, even as my stomach tightens. I can’t afford to let my guard down. The tightrope that I’m walking is more dangerous than ever.

“What can I say?” I shrug. “I’m tough. He made sure of it. It’s a tough world out there, and he wanted me to be able to handle it.”

Konstantin narrows his eyes at me. “Most mafia princesses expect their husbands to handle it all for them.”

I press my lips together, forcing myself to hold his stare no matter how badly I want to look away. “We’ve already established that I’m different.”

“You certainly are.”

A long silence stretches out between us. Konstantin watches me for a moment, then shakes his head, walking out past the curtain to the patio. My heart thuds in my chest.

He hasn’t figured it out yet. I know that. If he had, I’d be tied up and being interrogated right now. But he isn’t completely comfortable with my explanations either.

We order room service to Konstantin’s room for dinner, and I don’t miss the fact that he has a gun tucked into the back of his pants when it arrives. This time we get our food without incident, and we’re quiet through the meal, both of us starving. Between the mess with Elia and being unable to keep our hands off each other, we haven’t eaten all day.

“I’ll check on her this time,” I tell him, as we’re getting ready for bed. Truthfully, I’m just putting off the moment when I’ll slide into bed next to him. We haven’t slept together, not like this. That fraught night out in the tent in the dust storm doesn’t count, especially since we didn’t fall asleep together.

It’s not the first time I’ve slept beside a man who is also my target. But it’s always felt uncomfortable to me—too close, too intimate. And with Konstantin…

Somehow, it feels even more so.

Konstantin hesitates, then nods. “Fine. But be careful. She might still be dangerous.”

So am I.It’s on the tip of my tongue to say it, but I don’t need to remind Konstantin of that. I don’t need to give him any more reason to think about it than he already has.

I walk back into my old room, heading to the bathroom where Elia is still tied up. She’s still there, of course, leaning against the bathtub where we left her, covered in blood. Her eyes are closed, but they flutter open when I walk in.

“Come to finish the job?” she bites out, her voice weaker than I know she’d like it to be. It’s all too easy to imagine myself where she is, and I force the image out of my head.

“No,” I tell her flatly. “That’ll be up to Don Genovese once you go back to him. Depending on how disappointed he is in you. Slakov, too.”

I see the fear that flits across her face. “You should be worried, too,” she hisses.