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TREY

Six Months Later

T he streets of Prague fade into the background, just a memory, as I park my truck and grab my duffle bag from the back seat. I’m tired as fuck, but this was a job I was more than happy to take.

Anatoly Petrov, the head of one of the Bratva families in Russia, had contacted me through my encrypted server. His message revealed some sickening shit that made my blood boil. His brother-in-law, Ivan, had been sexually abusing his own daughter since she was ten years old. The girl managed to tell her cousin, Anatoly’s niece, who informed her mother, knowing full well it would reach the crime boss eventually.

Clever girl.

Taking out the trash doesn’t even begin to describe Petrov’s request. As much as I wanted to rip his brother-in-law apart limb by limb, I asked him why he didn’t send one of his own men. He explained that family matters like this were delicate and couldn’t be tied back to the Bratva. I understood, and with no hesitation, took the redeye to Prague to handle their dirty deed.

“Sick fucking bastard got what he deserved,” I mutter under my breath, recalling how I tortured Ivan for hours before cutting off his dick and shoving it down his throat. It was brutal, but necessary. My work may be dark and twisted, but there are certain lines men don’t cross without facing deadly consequences.

I hop out of my vehicle and head inside. Knowing Maggie is waiting for me makes everything worth it, no matter how grisly the job gets. She’s my light in the darkness, the one person who can make all this shit fade away. And I’d do anything to make the world better for her.

Taking a final deep breath, I push open the door and announce my presence. “I’m home, Mouse.”

In an instant, she appears, running from the kitchen with a wide smile on her face. Her arms and legs wrap around me, making me grin at her enthusiastic welcome.

“Guess you’re excited to see me, huh?”

Maggie pouts playfully, her brown eyes meeting mine. “You’ve been gone for four days. Don’t you miss me too?”

“Always. I miss you anytime we’re apart, even when you’re just at work.” I lean in, capturing her lips with mine in a sweet, lingering kiss before setting her back on her feet. The rich aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the air, and my stomach growls in response. “What smells so good?”

Her eyes light up with pride. “I made your favorite—pot roast with mashed potatoes. Get cleaned up, and I’ll fix you a plate.”

When Maggie turns to stroll back into the kitchen, I snag her by the waist, pulling her close. “That’s not what I’m hungry for right now.”

A sly smile forms on her lips, mischief twinkling in her eyes. Wordlessly, she wriggles free and dashes toward the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she goes. I follow after her, every step I take reaffirming how goddamn lucky I am to be in love with my best friend.

As I enter the room, the sight of Maggie stripping down to nothing sends a jolt of electricity through my veins. Her leggings and panties join the discarded pile on the floor as she climbs onto the bed and faces me.

“Wanna show me how much you missed me?”

She nods, licking her lips in anticipation.

“On your knees, Mouse. Show me with your mouth on my cock.”

Maggie doesn’t hesitate, her eagerness lighting a fire in my gut. She slides off the bed and drops to her knees while I rip off my shirt, the fabric tearing beneath my fingers. Her hands reach for my belt and jeans, deftly unfastening them as I toe off my boots and kick them to the side.

Her fingers trace the lines of my abs, sending a tremble straight to my dick. The warmth of her hands, the way she’s so willing to please me just as much as I want to please her—it feels like my body is coming alive after being dormant for too long. She helps me undress, leaving me completely exposed to her.

“God, you look so fucking beautiful like this,” I murmur, watching as she takes hold of my cock and slowly begins to lick it.

Her eyes, filled with adoration and lust, never leave mine.

“Your mouth is heaven, baby,” I groan as she wraps her lips around me. “You know exactly how to make me feel good. Don’t stop.”

She teases me with her tongue and flicks it against the sensitive underside of my shaft. As she continues, every touch and stroke sends wave after wave of pleasure through me. My world narrows to this moment, the connection between us more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck, Maggie,” I gasp, gripping her hair tightly. “You’re gonna make me come undone. But I don’t want to finish like this. Not yet.”

The heat between us continues to build, and I know without a doubt that there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than here with her. With every touch, every whispered word, our bond only grows stronger. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her by my side, for as long as she’ll have me.

She speeds up, her lips sliding up and down my length, while her free hand slips between her thighs. As she begins rubbing her clit, I watch the erotic display, wanting nothing more than to taste her sweetness.

“Take all of me, baby,” I command, thrusting forward and feeling her gag as I hit the back of her throat. But Maggie swallows around me, taking everything I have to give.

My balls draw up, tingling with the imminent release, but I don’t want to fill her mouth—not when I know how much better it’d be to spill inside her. I pull out abruptly, lifting her to her feet, my breathing heavy and ragged.

“Get on the bed, Mouse,” I order. “Let’s see if I can fuck you good enough to make a baby.”

Maggie scrambles onto the mattress, giving me that intoxicating view of her plump ass. She spreads her legs wide and I wedge myself between them, my muscles straining with the need to possess her fully. My aching cock finds her entrance, poised to plunge into her velvety cunt.

But I pause, staring into her eyes. There’s something I need to say before we lose ourselves completely. “Thank you for not giving up on me, Mouse,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “You loved me when I didn’t think I could love myself.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and she reaches up to cup my face. “I’ll always love you, no matter what,” she promises. “As long as you come home to me.”

With that vow, I know there’s no turning back. We’re bound together, our love stronger than any force on earth. As I finally surge forward, burying myself inside her, I can’t help but think that we were meant for this, that we’ve always been meant for each other.