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Ilya leaned in, his lips grazing her jawline as he whispered, “Or maybe something that can fill you up a little better than pancakes. I have an idea. All it entails is you riding my cock until you can’t think straight.”

Val’s body responded before she could stop it.

“Fuck,” she muttered, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it. “I hate you,” she said, kissing his mouth hard. She palmed the growing erection in his sweatpants, and he sucked on her bottom lip. “But I love this.”

Ilya’s grin was victorious as he slid an arm around her hips, lifting her as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “Of course you do.”

He kissed her immediately, and her fingers found the roots of his hair as he blindly led them to the room. “I can’t seem to get enough of you,Printsessa,” he murmured against her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. Can you take it, Valentina? Will you be a good little slut and ride my cock? Mm?”

“Yes,” she found herself whimpering against his mouth as she fumbled with the strings of his sweatpants. Her body trembled with need, her heart racing with desire. “Yes, Ilya.”

As dangerous as this was, she could no longer resist the overwhelming attraction between them. After all, there wasn’t much she found enjoyable in this suffocating little cabin. She might as well let herself indulge in the attention of this brashly handsome and dirty-mouthed man who desired her as much as she desired him.

It would be temporary, just until they could leave this place and find some normalcy again.

Chapter 18 - Ilya

The sound of tires rolling on gravel woke him up first. Ilya’s eyes snapped open, and instinctively, he shifted to keep Valentina close, still tangled in the sheets. But he remembered, with a slight jolt of frustration, that he’d promised her safety?both in body and in mind.

His brothers, Kostya and Viktor, had arrived just like they told him they would over the phone last night.

For a second, he glanced down at the woman still nestled in his arms, her soft breathing rising and falling against his chest. She was still asleep, the peaceful expression on her face making the realization of their situation almost unbearable. They were both naked beneath the sheets, having spent almost the entire night in relentless throes of passion, tangled up in something he hadn’t expected?something dangerous.

He pushed himself out of bed, careful not to wake her, and grabbed his jeans from the floor. His brothers had promised to pay him a visit and give him an update on Aleksander’s movements. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d grown accustomed to having Valentina here with him?how much he didn’t want her to leave?but that didn’t change the fact that her safety came first.

As he moved toward the door, he pulled it just enough to spot his brothers standing outside, leaning against Kostya’s car as they waited.

“Morning, Brother,” Viktor greeted, a mischievous grin on his face, but Ilya barely acknowledged it. “You’re looking suspiciously well for a morning in the woods.”

Ilya barely spared him a glance, stepping out into the crisp morning air as he shut the lodge door behind him. “Update?”

Kostya exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. “I told you he didn’t miss us. Not when he has Valentina trapped in here.”

Viktor smirked, glancing toward the cabin. “Where is she, anyway?”

“She’s Ilya’s dirty little secret now,” Kostya drawled, crossing his arms. “He won’t even let us inside our own damn lodge because he’s too busy hiding her.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’ll admit, I’m a little offended, Brother.”

Viktor laughed. “I’m just surprised we didn’t find this place burned to the ground. Knowing Val, she’d rather set it on fire than be stuck here with him.”

Ilya, not in the mood for his brothers’ antics, scowled. “Keep fucking screaming like that, and you’ll wake her up. Now be useful and give me an update on Ivonov’s movements, or turn around and leave.”

Kostya’s smirk deepened, unfazed by Ilya’s irritation. “Touchy this morning, aren’t we?”

Viktor snorted. “Must have been alongnight.”

Ilya shot them both a warning glare. “I swear to God?”

Kostya raised his hands in surrender, though his grin remained. “Alright, fine. We’ve tracked Aleksander. He’s holed up in a safehouse downtown, but he’s not making any sudden moves. Seems like he knows we’re watching him.”

Ilya’s jaw tightened. “And?”

Kostya shrugged. “And we’ve got eyes on him. He’s denied all affiliations with the ambush on Valentina, but everyone knows that’s horseshit. He’s backed into a corner, which means he won’t be making another attempt on Valentina anytime soon. She’s safe.”

A slow exhale left Ilya’s lips.

She’s safe. He never thought two words would bring so much relief to his life like those ones did.

That had been the whole reason for keeping her here. The justification for why he hadn’t let her leave, why he’d kept her locked away in this cabin with him.

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