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Something,I scoffed in my head. Hate was a feeling too. Though she didn’t look at me at this very moment like she hated me.

So I fucked her and made her scream my name all night.

CHAPTER60

Wynter

Iwoke up with a heavy hand wrapped around me and the scent I’d come to know so well. My body ached with the sweetest exhaustion. Some things we’d done last night would make a much more experienced woman blush.

And when he muttered something in Italian, I fucking melted.Melted!I wanted to ask him what he said, but then his tongue slid inside me and I forgot every damn language but moaning. He fucked me slowly, in every possible way, murmuring soft words in my ear.

Our bodies fit perfectly together. His hands branded me; his mouth gave me hope; his heart owned me.

For a few moments, I just laid there, staring out the large window that covered one entire wall of the bedroom with the city spread across the horizon and a startling realization hit me.

No nightmare.

Two consecutive nights without nightmares and both while I slept with Bas. I felt better. Rested. As if he felt my revelation in his sleep, Bas’ hold on me tightened.Comfort.He was my comfort.

Shortly after we arrived at Basilio's fancy, new penthouse, our clothes and groceries arrived. Bas and I put it all away. It felt natural, almost as if we picked up where we left off before everything blew up. Before his father.

The air was tense, like he waited for something.

I glanced over my shoulder and he looked so damn tense, even in his sleep. Like he expected me to betray him. Except, I didn’t. It was he who betrayed me by never revealing his true intentions.

The attraction was there regardless. But maybe if he’d told me all he knew and kept his fucking father away, I’d have kept my promise and not walked away like his mother. Even so, it hurt me to know that my actions made him colder.

Maybe instead of running, I should have sought Bas out. I started to get an inkling that maybe, just maybe, his father’s visit didn’t go exactly as Bas planned it. I’d have to confront him about what happened.

Returning my attention back to the window, I looked at the city skyline. Maybe I should have trusted my heart. Goddamn it, I didn’t know. But now that I knew the pain, I was hesitant to trust him fully.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of Mom keeping Juliette and I out of the underworld, only to sink ourselves into it elbows deep.

And our past came back to haunt us with a vengeance.

Mom! And Priest!

Did she know? He wasn’t at the Olympics so she wouldn’t have seen him. A half-brother. So technically that makes him Irish, Russian, and Italian too. Right? So why in the hell would they even need me to make a connection with the Pakhan?

It was pointless. I’d never figure it out, not unless I flat out asked and demanded all the answers from Bas.

Careful not to wake him up, I slid out of his grip and got out of bed. I glanced down at myself, wearing black boyshorts and a pink tank top. He bought me tons of pink stuff, and when I asked him why so much pink, he grumbled something about it being my color.

I padded barefoot to the kitchen, unsure what to do with myself. There was no gym here, no equipment. Nothing. He said his Hampton home had a gym and he’d get me whatever I needed.

Yet only one thing kept coming to mind when I thought about what I needed.Him.

But he hadn’t mentioned words of love, and I stubbornly refused to admit it. God, I wished I had a phone so I could call… Mom? Someone who could tell me what was normal in this situation.

I glanced around the kitchen. Even this room had a large bay window overlooking the Hudson River. From all the way up here, the city appeared tranquil and the only thing that betrayed it were the movement of cars.

Two more days.

I’d be his wife. Though after everything last night, I felt like his wife in every single way except in name. My cheeks burned with the memory of everything that happened last night. It was almost as if Bas was trying to make up for all the lost time and cram it all into one night of fucking.

There was no mistaking it - that was fucking. There was nothing gentle or loving about it. God help me, I loved it.

If only I could marry him - just the two of us and nobody else. No, no… the two of us, my mom, Uncle, the girls, and Sasha. He could have his cousins and sister there also. I’d forgive them for the kidnapping. After all, Priest was my brother, Emory is his sister, and Dante is… Well, I wasn’t sure what he was.