“Put a bow on my head then,” I mutter. “Though I’m no f*****g virgin.”
The farthest thing from it. But tonight felt different. Tonight, f*****g into her, feeling her clench and pulse around me, took a thing from me that I’ve never given to anyone before.
Feliks catches my arm as I turn. For a moment, we’re not pakhan and soldat. We’re just two feral boys who clawed their way out of hell.
“Last chance to run, brother,” he tells me. “There’s no going back after this.”
Once again, she flickers behind my eyelids. Biting back moans. Clutching my shoulders. Wracking me. Ruining me.
But sentiment is a ssyklo’s indulgence.
I shake him off. “You know as well as I do we were never going back.”
Fee sighs at the truth of it. Then he jerks his chin toward the cooling body sagging in its zip-ties
