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Not bad at all, Emilia.

Konstantin spins, his eyes wide, and the silence that follows is louder than the chaos.

Blood is everywhere, the stench of gunpowder hanging thick in the air, but all he sees is me.

I lower the weapon, my heart pounding from the adrenaline while he stares at me like he’s never seen me before. Like I’ve just grown horns or wings.

Maybe I should've pretended I'm not a good shot, but it's too late now.

He walks toward me, that lethal, hungry look in his eyes.

“You saved my life.” There’s shock in the timbre of his deep, husky voice, like he can’t imagine little old me saving the life of the big, powerful man the rest of the world fears.

“Seems like I did.” I smirk, trying to brush it off. “I’d ask for a promotion, but you already pay me too damn much.”

But he’s not smiling. Just keeps coming closer until he’s right in front of me. His hand slides into my hair, yanking my head back. And with a growl, he crashes his mouth with mine. No warning or permission. Nothing but primal thirst and hunger. Everything that is Konstantin.

I should push him away. Remind him of the rule.

No kissing. No falling for the enemy.

But I don’t. I kiss him harder, my free hand yanking at his shirt, needing his skin on mine, needing to forget why I should hate him. Because right now, all I want is this. Him. The taste of him. The way his body pushes into mine like a storm I can’t stop.

The gun slips from my fingers, his falling beside mine with a louder clank, until we are just two bodies, desperate to get lost in each other. My arms wrap around his neck as he lifts me in the air, pressing me into the wall, mouths devouring, teeth clashing.

He groans into our kiss, hands everywhere, tearing at my clothes, shredding the tank top, yanking my shorts down. I fumble with his boxers, shoving them off his hips until I feel him, hot and hard against my stomach.

Reaching for him, I can barely wrap my fingers around his thick cock, and every inch of me aches to feel all of that inside me.

He pins me to the wall with the strength of his body while he wraps a hand around my throat, just enough to remind me who’s in control.

“Moya.” The single possessive word rips out of him as he slams savagely inside me.

And the world disappears. All that’s left is this. The way he fills me. The way he fucks me like he owns me. Over and over until I don’t recognize myself, until I beg and plead for more. Like I’m his and he’s mine and nothing else matters.

The blood. The fear. The rules. Gone.

His eyes lock with mine, his body pounding into me until every sensation within me is because he allows it. Pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, and my nails claw into his shoulders, needing an anchor as my body shudders, my pussy rippling around him like it wants to keep him inside me forever.

He doesn’t stop. He drives into me harder, faster, the sound ofskin against skin pushing me closer, my body winding tight until I’m trembling on the edge again.

I almost forget he’s not even wearing a condom. A part of me knows I should care, that I should be worried about consequences, but I can’t think of anything I want more right now.

“Oh God, Konstantin, harder!”

He gives me everything, unleashing the side of him I knew was there. And I somehow come to envy every woman who has ever had this with him because I want him all to myself.

His eyes never leave mine as his hips thrust deeper, pounding until the picture on the wall shatters to pieces.

And as I shatter right along with it, screaming his name, I know this changes everything…yet somehow nothing at all.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

KONSTANTIN

With my mouthon hers and my cock still buried deep, I lower us to the floor, away from the shards of glass, and press her beneath me, wanting it slow this time.

Her pulse still thunders against my palm as I pin her wrists above her head. Her chest rises hard beneath mine, her mouth parted as if she doesn’t know whether to gasp or scream my name again.