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“Aiden.” He thrusts in and pulls out slowly, thrusting in over and over again, while I’m in cloud nine.

“God baby, look at me.” He grips my chin with his right hand to look at me and i moan bitting my lower lip. Aiden brings his lips on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck as he grips his hands under my thighs, sliding me up and down his dick while he thrusts in and out of me in deep strokes.

“You take me so well Katerina. You were made for me baby.” I gasp as he starts to fuck me harder, squealing his name in pleasure.

“Look at my dick baby. Look how good your tight little pussy takes me.” Those words were my undoing as my vision black out. I shudder holding into Aiden for dead life as i ride out my orgasm. Aiden leaves kisses on my neck, but then he starts sucking under my ear and god i want more. I know he will leave hickeys but it’s okay.

“Fuck me harder.” I manage to say between breaths. Aiden does just that and in seconds he is grunting as he comes inside me at the same time I orgasm for the second time.

“There goes my oath.” I whisper and Aiden laughs as I join..

“Fuck your oath. Nothing can keep me away from you,” Aiden murmurs, his voice rough with certainty. I chuckle softly as he finally sets me down, my feet meeting the cool shower tiles,a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering between us. We take our time washing each other, our touches softer now, more intimate in their tenderness. No rush, no urgency—just us.

Once we’re done, I step out and wrap myself in a towel before

grabbing one of Aiden’s oversized shirts, slipping it on. It drapes over me comfortably, smelling like him.

I climb into his bed, my body already sinking into the familiar

warmth of the sheets. Aiden joins me moments later, pulling me into his arms without hesitation.

His embrace is firm, reassuring—like home.

And just like that, sleep finds us easily, wrapped up in each other.

Chapter Forty - two

KATERINA

The ice is gleaming under the bright overhead lights. The sound of blades slicing across the surface echoes around us as competitors warm up, coaches whisper last- minute advice, and the announcer calls for the next pair to take the ice.

This is it—our last qualifier, our last chance to prove we belong in the Olympics. Every gruelling practice, every moment of pain, every sacrifice—it all comes down to this.

I worked my ass off after my injury, training harder than ever. I had to. But now, standing here again, moments away from another performance—the performance—I feel like I can’t breathe. I thought I was over my PTSD, but ever since he who shall not be named dropped me on purpose, a part of me is always on guard, always preparing for the worst.

Alexei is not him.

Alexei is like a brother. He values our safety too much to ever let something like that happen.

But I’m still scared. The competition is taking place at our arena today, and I’m a nervous wreck.

Everyone is coming—our families, our friends. Aiden’s auntie Maria and Sophia will be here, and letting down that little girl would destroy me.

“If you keep frowning like that, you’ll get forehead wrinkles,”

Alexei teases, smirking. I glare at him. He thinks he’s so funny. He’s just being petty because I told him the same thing the other day.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, and Alexei nods.

“Good, because I’m also shitting bricks.”

He chuckles, and I join in before taking a deep breath. “We’ll smash this,” he says confidently. “The song is amazing,

the choreography is phenomenal, and don’t even get me started

on our costumes.”

I nod, still overthinking everything. I always do that when I’m nervous. It’s not that I doubt our ability—it’s just… I guess I’m scared of failure. That all this work will be for nothing.

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