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“Will you quit saying I’m in the mafia?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Bratva.” I blurt and immediately regret it.

Fuck!Lying next to Vale’s almost naked body has me leaking like a sieve.

Her eyes get wide. “Bratva means Russian mafia.”

“No, in Russian, it literally means ‘brothers,’ and that’s what we are.”

“Where have you been hiding all these siblings? I thought you and Alena had no family.”

“No blood family.” I sit up, scrubbing my beard. I need to escape Vale’s gravity, or I’ll sing like a canary.

“So…” she processes. “Jace and Grant and Michael Cummings, they’re like your brothers?”

“We go way back. I owe them. They owe me. We’re bonded for life.”

“Are you Russian?”

“Half Scottish, half Spanish, and done with this conversation.”

She flops back, falling silent.

That spells trouble.

I gaze down and see her overthinking everything.

“Vale,” I warn, “I just told you more than I should. I know silence is a new concept for your mouth, but keep it shut because it also means safety. Because if that ‘Bridge Bastard,’ as we’ll call him, ever gets his hands on you, he’ll break every secret out of you, and your pain will kill me and kill Alena, too.”

The severity registers across her eyes as she nods, studying me before they twinkle.

“Say, please,” she taunts.

Damn, this woman.

I roll on top of her, my hands braced by her head. Slowly, I lower, aiming my mouth for the pulse in her neck. “Please.” I kiss it, she sighs, and my dick stirs. “Shut.” Gently, I kiss under her ear. “The.” I nibble it. She giggles. “Fuck.” I suck her earlobe, making her moan which makes me hard. “Up.”

I’m about to devour every inch of her flesh, but she whispers, “I have another question.”

Softly, I bang my forehead against hers. “Can you justnottalk anymore?”

“But I have to know. I’ll go crazy if I don’t. I need this knowledge.”

“I’m not answering Bratva questions either.”

“Good, because it’s a sex one.” I raise a brow. “It’s a two-parter, actually. One, do you jerk off every morning in the shower thinking about me, and two, do you think you can make me come again because I’m skeptical? That orgasm felt like Halley’s comet, like it won’t happen again in seventy-five years, and I’ll be dead by then.”

Kneeling, I rise. I straddle her, carefully tugging her tank top off, and tossing it on the floor.

Once I see her luscious breasts, I confess, “Fuck yes, I jerk off to you in the shower. Sometimes at work in the bathroom. Once in Jace’s truck; don’t tell him. Vale, I meant it. For twelve years, every time I come, I think of you.”

I shift my body so I can take her panties off next. “Here’s a three-part answer to keep you quiet.” I lift them to my nose, inhaling what I did to her. “I used to guess the color of your panties, but now that I know you wear white cotton thongs with little red bows, that’s all you’ll wear for me. Only me. Understood?”

She nods, spreading her thighs, her pussy exposed. “Yes, Mr. Allen.” It hoods my eyelids, the lust that crashes through me. “Now, answer my last question.”

I tug my pajama bottoms down, exposing my cock as I kick them free. I’m so swollen with lust for her; it surprises us both. “You’re not in charge tonight. This is.”

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