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“Hannah?” I took her hand and pulled her attention to me. She’d been gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows in a penthouse that I wasn’t crazy about. It didn’t seem like a place to start a family. A couple, sure, but later down the line, it wasn’t appealing for little kids.

She raised her brows as she faced me. Her smile was too quick to be sincere, but I was determined to get an honest answer out of her.

It was time to put her on the spot. “Can you commit to me?”

She parted her lips and covered her awkwardness with a smile. “Can you? Can you commit to me?”

There was that whole answering-a-question-with-a-question routine again.

“Could you commit to me and a life with me instead of only wanting to live for the purpose of seeking revenge?”

I stepped closer and slid my hand around her hip. Pressing my brow to hers, I sighed and resisted the urge to kiss her. I would, but not before I said my piece.

“I already have. I alreadyamcommitted to you.” I slanted lower to brush my lips over hers. “You make me more alive every time you’re near, and you make me excited to wait in anticipation of when you will be close again.”

She caressed my jaw, smoothing her hands up until she framed my face. “Yes, Dmitri. I can—and will—commit to being with you.”

Giving in to the sweet promise in her words, I groaned and dipped lower to kiss her fully, deep and hard, with needy licks and rough sucks. I wanted to devour her, right here and now, and she noticed the need I couldn’t hide in my desperate expression.

“No, there’s not even a bed,” she said around giggles.

“Then the car.” I took her hand and hurried her toward the door. My cane tapped on the floor with a rapid tempo.

“In the backseat?” she asked, her voice still light with laughter. “Behind the driver’s partition?”

“I’ll take that sweet pussy of yours anywhere and anyhow I can.”

And that’s a promise I’ll always keep.

25

HANNAH

Aweek passed since I moved in with Dmitri. Not out of the mansion. He had yet to choose one of the places we checked out, and he hinted at wanting to house hunt some more.

I moved into his room, now residing in his personal wing. While the guest room I’d been given upon my stay here was lovely, I preferred being close to the man who was stealing my heart.

Except right now.

I winced, rubbing my stomach as I turned to check that he wasn’t in any of the rooms back here. On the bathroom floor, slanted toward the toilet, I waited in agony for this wave of nausea to pass.

I didn’t want him to notice. Not yet. I wasn’t sure if I was pregnant, but I felt like I’d be stupid to think I couldn’t be.

I was late when I seldom had changes to my cycle. I was suffering from habitual nausea in the morning. And I was more out of breath than usual. All signs of a pregnancy, clues I recalled from studying for the countless health and nursing classes I’d taken.

But I want proof. I need to know for sure when I tell him.

Once I felt like my stomach was steady, I staggered out of the bathroom and lay back down in the bed.

Dmitri was gone, talking with his brothers, and I was grateful that I didn’t need to hide how exhausted and unwell I felt.

“I’ll tell him,” I mumbled out loud, thinking that if I said it, it’d stick.

I didn’t want to hide this from him, but I wanted to be able to back it up with a positive test.

My phone rang, jolting me from almost falling back asleep. I slapped my hand out, assuming it would be another call from one of the other women here. We were all under the same roof, but the place was so big that calling was quickest.

“Hello?” I answered while keeping my eyes closed.

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