Page 92 of Fall into Savagery

When I was done, I leaned forward and kissed his pec, right where his heart was beating.

He grabbed the sponge from me. “My turn.”

We didn’t talk for the rest of the bath. I let him wash me, much like I had done for him, and once we finished, Damien drained the water, and I went out to grab clean towels. I found them on top of the drawers, right by the clothes that Nikolay had set out for us.

I smiled.

They thought of everything.

And I knew tonight was my night with Damien.

I returned to the bathroom and handed one to Damien while I wrapped mine around me.

Damien watched me with unreadable eyes before he grabbed my hand and brought me to bed.

I got ready quickly.

Damien turned off the lights, and I snuggled in close to his body, my arms going around his middle, holding him tight.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

He kissed the side of my head. “Perfect, pet.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, promptly falling asleep.

20

MIKHAIL

Damien left early this morning.

Honestly, I didn’t think he would have put off work for as long as he had, resting and handing control over to everyone else. I knew he only rested for Catalina’s benefit, but he was off now, trying to set up a plan of attack.

Damien still hadn’t fucked her. And I didn’t know if it was because he was still injured, or he was afraid to touch her, afraid he might go too far with her because of all the darkness he had been through.

My money was on the latter, though none of us had brought it up.

Gabriel would come to visit us soon. We were planning the attack on the cartels, and soon after, Nikolay would leave with Gabriel to execute the plan.

For now, it was a lull before the explosion.

I sat on the recliner and watched Catalina sleep.

Unlike my brothers, I was on Catalina watch—not that it was any hardship.

Nikolay was currently vetting out all the nannies we could hire to help care for the boys, but Catalina would have the final decision.

The sun had just risen when she stirred.

I stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and watching as she woke. The dream was still in her eyes as she took me in, a soft quality in those brown irises that I couldn’t get enough of.

I brushed away the strands of hair that had gotten on her face, my fingers gently skimming across the softness of her cheek.

“Good morning,” I said softly.

She cleared her throat before she spoke. “Morning.”

“How did you sleep?” I asked, running my fingers mindlessly over her cheeks, drawing indistinguishable shapes.

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