I showered slowly, trying to calm my adrenaline from tonight’s kills and also trying to convince my rock hard d**k to take it easy. But the sight of her in my bed was too pleasurable, and it persisted for almost my whole shower.
I could see the questions in her eyes. I knew the way I was treating her— and if she could break and scatter into the wind any moment— was confusing her. But f**k, I couldn’t help it. All I could think about was the fact that if I had just simply left Evelyn alone, if I had not gone back after that night in the alleyway, she wouldn’t be in danger. If the Novikov bratva had never known she mattered to me, she wouldn’t be a target.
But there was no going back now. It was too late— they’d go after her even if I walked away, and she was so engrained into my soul now
