Berlin’s air was cold that night.
But not inside their penthouse.
Not with Alina naked under Nicholas, their sweat-laced bodies moving like blades in the dark.
She wasn’t moaning—she was growling.
Feral. Free.
He had her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, her legs locked around his waist, the desk beneath them shaking with each brutal stroke.
“You think they can take you from me?” he rasped into her ear.
“Let them try.”
She bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
Nicholas only f****d her deeper.
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The Threat
Two hours later, the building alarm went off.
Silent to the world—but not to him.
Alina was still wrapped in silk sheets as Nicholas pulled on his jeans and went for the weapons vault.
Four cameras cut to black.
Two elevators froze.
One shadow moved across
