I drive her against the wall while she clings to me. I pump every ounce of fear and rage and lust and desire in my body into this moment.
The weight of the night disappears while I’m inside of her. Nothing matters beyond her breath on my neck. The weight of her in my arms.
And when she cries out, clamping down around me as her orgasm pulses through her, I’m convinced she’s the single most important thing in the world.
So I close my eyes and give her everything I have, too.
“I say we break through the gates. Just plow the car straight through the wrought iron.” Yasha has a wicked grin on his face. “After what Mikhail pulled last night, it would serve him right.”
“It would also start a war.”
“As much as I would love to be in a room alone with Mikhail Sokolov”—if only to figure out what
