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My jeans lie crumpled on the floor, buttons from my shirt scattered across the concrete. I’m half-naked in a military bunker, dripping with his release, still trembling from being fucked in front of an audience.
I should feel ashamed.
Instead, arousal coils fresh and hot in my belly as I imagine doing it again. Being displayed. Being watched. Being claimed where everyone can see exactly who I belong to.
Alexi reads my expression perfectly. His smile turns predatory, dangerous, as he traces one finger through the cum coating my thigh.
“Oh,detka.” He brings his finger to my lips. “We’re going to have so much fun with this.”
I part my lips, taking his finger into my mouth and tasting our combined essence. The depravity of it—standing half-naked in a concrete corridor where anyone could walk by—should horrify me. Instead, I’m already wondering when we can do it again.
Who am I becoming?
For years, I built walls—firewalls, encryptions, security systems. I became Phantom, intangible, untouchable, and safe behind my screens.
Then Alexi crashed through every defense. While I hunted him, he hunted me right back, and instead of destroying me, he exposed me to myself.
“You’re smiling,” he murmurs.
“Just realizing something,” I whisper. “I’ve spent my life hiding and creating perfect security systems no one could breach.”
His hands find my waist, steadying me as I step back into my jeans.
“And now you’re letting people watch me fuck you in hallways?” His grin is wolfish, proud.
“Now I’m discovering what was behind all those walls.” I press my palm to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “All these parts of myself I never let out.”
The fantasies I never acknowledged. The thrill of being watched. The primitive heat that floods me when he talks about breeding me, filling me, keeping me pregnant with his children.
“You make me brave enough to want things I never admitted to myself.”
He traces my jaw with callused fingers. “Brave enough to take them, too.”
“Yes.” I lean into his touch. “You destroyed my perfect security system, Alexi Ivanov.”
“And found something better inside?”
“Found me.” I press a kiss to his palm. “The real me. Not Phantom. Just Iris.”
The woman who gets wet when guards watch her being fucked. Who melts when her dangerous Russian hacker whispers filthy breeding fantasies in her ear.
“I love you for that.” The words come easily now. “For hunting until you found all of me.”
33
ALEXI
Erik forces Iris to the mat for the seventh time in twenty minutes.
She doesn’t complain. Doesn’t whine about exhaustion or bruises forming across her ribs. Just rolls to her feet, resetting her stance exactly how Erik demonstrated.
“Better.” My brother circles her like a predator assessing prey. “But you’re still telegraphing the takedown. Your shoulder drops half a second before you commit.”
Iris nods, sweat plastering platinum hair to her temples. She’s been at this for ninety minutes—learning how to move, where to place her weight, how to generate force from her core instead of relying on upper body strength she doesn’t possess.
“Again.” Erik moves into position.
She attacks. This time her shoulder stays level until the last possible moment, her leg sweeping low and fast.
