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With a moan, I try to gyrate against him. Konstantin buries his face in my neck and bounces me on his hips, my thick thighs wrapped around him, trembling from the effort and from the toe-curling sensation of being pounded over and over.
“Mine,” he murmurs, kissing his way down my tender breasts. “Mine, mine, mine.”
It isn’t long before I come. All day my body has been exhausted, on edge, nerves wracked, and as his hands grip myass it’s easy to fall over the edge, not even realizing as I mirror back to him: “Yours.Yours, yours.”
When it’s over, when we both fall against the counter, Konstantin’s cum dripping down my thighs, it’s all I can do to stay awake.
He realizes and carries me gently to the bedroom, giving me a clean robe to wear. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls up the comforter, then brushes a piece of hair from my face.
“I’ll kill him,” he says softly.
My eyes snap open. “What?”
“Sal. The moment you say the word.”
“I thought you already planned to,” I answer drily. Fully aware that I’ve already asked him oncenotto kill Sal.
His mouth twists. “That was the nightmare, wasn’t it?Hewas the nightmare?”
My eyelids feel so heavy, I’m not sure I can keep them open. I nod, hand searching his out under the comforter. In that moment, half asleep, I feel an odd mix of emotions: content; fulfilled; unsure; and like all I want, more than anything, is for him to hold me.
Before I have the time to fear that desire, sleep overtakes me.
Chapter 20
Konstantin
The morning is good.
Too good.
Sunlight slices through the slats of the blackout curtains in my bedroom, scattering against hardwood floors. The townhouse is silent. Still. Not even Lev pacing on the floor below.
And Audrey is here.
She’s asleep on her side, breath feathering out softly, the duvet kicked down to her waist. Her robe is loose, the curve of her belly just visible beneath the fabric. My child is in there. Mine.
The sight of her like this—peaceful, trusting, soft—rattles me in a way no war, no deal, no death has ever managed. I should be at the Spire right now, overlooking transactions that rake in more in a day than most people will see in their lives. I should be putting out fires, issuing threats, reviewing new contracts.
Instead, I’m standing here like a man who's lost.
A man who’s found something he was never meant to have.
Something he doesn’t know how to keep.
You wanted this,I remind myself. Is that true, though? Did I wantthis?
What I wanted was an heir. A reason to keep going. When Audrey gave me her stipulation, that I let her go after the birth, I agreed.
But now…
I tear myself away.
Downstairs, my boots thud heavily against the tile as I shove them on. I ignore breakfast, ignore Lev’s usual offer of a brief, and tell him to get her home. I leave the townhouse and let the autumn air bite at my skin. Cold is good. It keeps me sharp.
The construction site is already humming by the time I get there. Generators buzz. Jackhammers thunder against concrete. The smell of metal and sweat and earth fills my lungs. I roll up my sleeves, grab a pair of gloves, and take a sledgehammer from one of the men.
No one asks questions. No one dares.