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“Going to come,” he warns, speeding up his thrusts.

I feel my walls squeezing around him when he freezes behind me, shouting out his release before continuing to make shallow thrusts. His hand reaches around and grazes my clit, and that’s all I need to throw me over the edge with him. I scream his name, and he wraps his arms around me as we both collapse to the shower floor. My legs have officially given out, and it seems so have his.

“You alright?” he asks, peppering my shoulder and neck in kisses.

I don’t answer right away, feeling my emotions bubbling up.

“I think so,” I tell him. “But I think I might also still cry.”

“I’ve got you. Let it out.”

And that’s exactly what I do. Sitting on the shower floor, with Demitri’s arms wrapped around me, I cry. I cry for the happiness he brings me and the relief I feel at being able to give him the gift of my orgasm. I cry for being able to orgasm. I cry for the young woman who had her innocence ripped away from her first by her father and then by Brett. Two men who were supposed to love and protect her. My father might not have ever physically touched me, but his mental and emotional manipulations opened me up to be taken advantage of, and Brett seized the opportunity.

I cry it all out, the water starting to run cold, when Demitri finally lifts my chin and looks at me.

“You’re beautiful when you cry,Krasotka. But it’s time to get out of the shower before we turn into prunes and freeze.”

I smile, my tears drying up, and nod, not trusting my own voice right now.

Demitri helps me stand before pulling himself up to his full height and turning off the water. He grabs a towel and wraps it around me before he helps me step out of the shower and gets a towel for himself.

“It’s time to return to the real world, isn’t it?” I ask, grabbing another towel to wrap my hair up in.

“It is. You up for it?”

“If I must. Brodie’s probably going to quit on me if I keep leaving him alone.”

“Nah. The kid loves you. He’s not going anywhere.”

I laugh and we finish up in the bathroom. Demitri leaves me to get dressed and we meet up downstairs. It’s time to get back to reality, but nothing seems the same. I’m not the same. And after a quick check in with my body, heart, and head, I realize I’m okay with that.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DEMITRI

Life has settledinto this weird little calm that I don’t trust. I’ve returned to the garage for the most part, Mia drives herself to and from work, and I only come in a few nights for a bite to eat and to check in with whoever’s on watch before I go back to Mia’s and crash. We stopped at my place last weekend and it looks like it’s abandoned. There was so much dust piled up that I had to wash clean clothes before I could wear them.

I held my tongue, but Mia told me to pack all my shit and make it real. As tempted as I am by the idea of fully moving in with her, I’m still not a hundred percent sure that she’s not going to regret it all and demand I get out of her space. I told her that if we were moving in with each other, we needed to move to something ‘ours’ to keep the balance even. She didn’t like my answer, but after thinking about it some, I think she understood where I was coming from.

I stick around after hours to work on this cherry fifty-seven Chevy Bel-Air. When we’re done with her, she’ll be the envy of everyone around. She’s already a beauty, but we’re going to make her purr like a kitten. My stomach growls and I realize it’s time to go.

I’m closing down the back office when I hear noises and a hushed conversation outside the office window. I leave the lights as they are and slide up to the window as quietly as I can. The voices are Russian, and my skin crawls. I close my eyes to concentrate on what they are saying.

“I swear I saw him the other day. It’s him, no doubt about it.”

“We can’t just go to her and say we found him. We need proof.”

“How are we going to get that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe something in the office will give us the guy’s name.”

“How are we going to get into the office?”

“Are you fucking stupid? We break in, idiot.”

“I don’t know about that, man.”

“Look, Luka. You’re in or you’re out. You have to choose.”

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