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Knowing that I’m willingly sealing my fate, to behisand only his, I nod.
The wool coat lays across an armchair, waiting for Kashmere to take care of it—tomorrow.
Konstantin sent her home with a short text when we returned to the house, Lev parking her car in the drive and then disappearing into the tree line nearby.
“It was my idea,” I insist, following Konstantin upstairs. “She didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“Saving everyone today, aren’t you?” he grunts out, eyes flashing as he strips off his tie and shirt. The sight of his bare chest, sprinkled with dark hair and ridged with muscle, makes my gut clench. “I should have killed that boy,” he scoffs. “Should have let Sartorre find his body with the others.”
Guilt floods through me.
He’s right; things with Sal could’ve ended right there. I bite my lip, keeping the secret, because they wouldn’treallyhave ended. I still owe money, andsomeonewould come for it, whether Sal was breathing or not.
Konstantin takes my hips, maneuvering me into the master bath. I don’t say anything as he strips off my dress, letting it pool to the floor. There are flecks of Sal’s blood on his throat and I stare at it as he bares me to the already-warming air, the shower running.
“Get in.”
I obey. I don’t think I could disobey now if I wanted to.
In the shower, I let the water run over my face, then move forward and let it soak into my hair. Eyes closed, I feel Konstantin step in behind me. His bare body brushes against my skin, making it goosepimple even in the warm water. He slips an arm around my waist.
“Will you listen now, and stay here?” Dipping his head lower, he runs his lips up my neck. “I can’t protect you if you’re always running, Audrey.”
I make a sound of agreement, but then open my eyes, remembering this morning’s frustration. “I’m… bored here, Konstantin.” Turning, I try to focus on keeping eye contact.
And not looking at the very obvious distraction now pressing insistently against my thigh…
“Mmm, I’m not keeping you occupied enough, am I?”
His hand delves down, between my thighs, seeking out the beginnings of how badly I want him. I widen my stance, bracing my hands against his shoulders and giving him access.
“No,” I continue, somewhat mindlessly as his thumb ghosts over my clit. “I’m serious, I need something to take up my time now that I’m not working.” Shooing his hand away in annoyance, I add, “If you want..that,let’s just do it, please. Today was a lot.”
I try to pull him closer with a hand on the back of his neck. While shower sex is definitely not my thing, a man like Konstantin—massive, muscled, and steady as a rock—gives me a newfound confidence in climbing onto his hips. Before I can boost myself up, he holds me firmly by the hips.
“No, no,malen'kiy volk. There’s no rushing this.”
Whining half in protest and half from the way my pussy clenches when he squeezes my ass, I try to wriggle away. But Konstantin’s grip only tightens, and he gets on his knees, the spray from the water glistening in his silver hair.
I want to protest, but he presses his mouth to my clit, kisses it so gently that my hips chase after him as he pulls away.
“Haven’t you heard,” he murmurs, that slow smirk shooting a thrill to my core, “that women who orgasm are more likely to conceive?”
The statement surprises me enough that I blurt out, “I’m not sure that’s true.”
Konstantin chuckles, hooking my knee over his shoulder and pulling me closer roughly. “We’ll have to find out.” One slow, long lick drags a moan out of me. “I’m planning on making you come over, and over, and over. As many times as it takes, Audrey.”
One hand against the wall and the other in his hair, I just can’t find it in me to put up a fight.
Chapter 14
Konstantin
The warehouse is an hour and twenty minutes outside of the city. The area is beautiful if you like wild things; the river with its white froth, trees as wide as four men, acres of field and far-off houses.
It reminds me too much of Russia, but without the desolation this season brings there. My stomach knots at the memory of being hungry. Of my mother shouting at one of her boyfriends when the heat was turned off. Of my brother crying.
The city pulls me back, as well as themalen'kiy volk. Tucked away in her house, safe, satiated hopefully. She’s had to wait another week for me to make a decision.