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Always. Every day.

“If you want it, show me.”

He doesn’t need to ask again.

I come around his fingers. It’s the fastest I’ve ever orgasmed without my clit being touched—the fastest anyone’s ever made me climax.

Yulian slips his other hand from my mouth, replaces it with his lips. Just like that, I’m sealed again, my voice caught between our bodies. Free to moan—to scream.

Then his cock starts pressing in.

I lose my mind completely. My ankles lock at the small of Yulian’s back, urging him deeper. I need him to fuck me faster,harder.

He doesn’t make me ask.

I have no idea how long it goes on. I lose track of everything: time, space, how many times I’ve come. All I know is Yulian’s cock is thrusting in and out of me in a brutal rhythm, and it’s perfect.

At one point, his hand moves to my belly. He feels the swell of it—his claim on me—and his thrusts grow savage. Like he wants to fill me up all over again.

“Do it,” I gasp into his lips. “Come inside me. Make me yours.”

And he does—over and over again.

17

YULIAN

When I open my eyes, she’s there.

The woman I chose. The woman who’s carrying my child.

The woman I almost lost.

You haven’t gotten her back yet,a dark, sneering voice reminds me. Somehow, it sounds like Desya’s.You lied to her, remember? Didn’t even apologize.

No. But she’s here in my arms now, and that’s what counts.

I let my fingers travel over her smooth skin. Count her freckles, one by one, to pass the time while she’s asleep. It’s barely dawn, but I know I won’t be able to doze off again. Too many thoughts, too much chaos inside my head.

But that doesn’t meanshecan’t rest.

She needs it. I can see it in the bags under her eyes, the tired pull of muscles on her face. Taut, even in slumber, like she’s constantly fighting off nightmares. Like she hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in months.

Knowing Brad’s temper, that’s probably accurate.

Brad.The fuckingmudak.If I’d had my way, he’d be food for worms right now.

With all of yesterday’s mayhem, I haven’t had time to check my email, either. Haven’t had the time to even sit down at the office. Mia’s materials should already be there by now. If there’s anything in there that can put Bradley Baldwin at least metaphorically in the ground…

It’ll be my fucking pleasure to grab the shovel.

My fingers stroke Mia’s hair, her cheek. Eventually, they brush against her lips, red and kiss-bruised.

I let my thoughts wander to last night. What we did felt incredible. Most of all, it feltright.

Mia belongs to me. She belongs at my side, pregnant with my child, fucked and full of me. She’s staying—that’s final. I’ll protect her from Brad, from Desya, from the whole goddamn world.

But what if you’re the one she needs to be protected from?