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“Cleaning you.” I run the cloth along her inner thigh. The fact that no man has ever tended to her like this—with decency—angers me. I press her leg wider and swipe through the glistening and creamy arousal on her upper thigh. “I may not have spilled my cum on or in you, but you made a spectacular mess of yourself.”
Her cheeks redden with embarrassment as I continue to clean her. Finishing and tossing the cloth to the floor, I lightly grip her chin and draw her gaze. “Do not ever be embarrassed about how your body reacts to being pleasured. It’s bloody fantastic. Now, drink up.”
Only a fucking boy would feel otherwise.
I untwist the cap to the water bottle and nudge it toward her lips before climbing into the bed beside her. She wastes no time finishing the small bottle of water. Taking it from her and placing it on my nightstand, I pull her exhausted body into mine and leisurely stroke her hair as she gets comfortable, nuzzling herself under my arm.
“Is…is it always like that?” she hesitantly asks. “With your obedience and submission?”
“Sometimes,” I answer as I leisurely stroke her hair. “But it extends well beyond sex. There’s a bond. A trus?—”
A tiny, snuffled breath from Layla vibrates against my chest and causes me to pause. Brushing the hair from her face to get a better look at her, I find her sleeping on my chest.
She looks so peaceful.
Her petite frame nestles perfectly against my body. She looks so small and delicate tucked beneath my arm. She couldn’t fit any more perfectly unless she were made to nuzzle there.
Grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed, I pull it over the two of us and flip off the bedside lamp. The room is illuminated with nothing more than the city lights filtering in through the sheer curtains. Laying in near darkness, I watch her sleep.
Incessant ringing from my cell phone in the adjoining sitting area of the suite rouses me. The time displayed on the nightstand alarm clock quickly informs me it’s not a social call.
Layla stirs as I try to slide myself from beneath her. Tenderly stroking her hair as I pull my arm free, I whisper, “Shhhh, darling. Go back to sleep.”
She rolls as I stand, and the sheet falls from her body, revealing the slight curve of her ass and the adorable fucking dimple that rests above it. Staring down at her, there’s no denying the overwhelming urge to climb back into this bed and enjoy her again.
Crossing through the dim, city-lit room, I retrieve my phone from the jacket strewn across an armchair. Four missed calls from Liam. Pressing my thumb to the sensor to open it to call him back, and it rings in my hand. I quickly answer in a low whisper so as not to wake Layla, “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, Tris,” he pauses, “but it’s Finn.”
“How bad?” I quietly press. With how the five of us live our lives, I always expect the worst. Even more so when it comes to Finnigan. He’s a cocky little shit who likes to pick bar fights merely for the excitement of the brawl. On more than one occasion, he’s squared up to a man who was more than he could handle.
Although never enough to handle the rest of us.
“He went to Kiska?—”
“The Bratva’s gentlemen’s club?” I interrupt, thinking I misheard because even Finn isn’t that stupid.
“Yeah. He had a few too many lap dances from the Obshchak’s favorite girl.”
Rummaging around in the scantly lit hotel room, I find my clothes and redress in the dark as Liam continues, “He didn’t take so kindly to getting thrown out on his ass.”
“I don’t have fucking time to go to war with the Bratva,” I quietly huff. “Especially not over Finn trying to dip his cock in some Russian stripper.”
“What do you want to do?”
“No one disrespects my brothers. I’m at The Peninsula. I can be downstairs in five minutes,” I answer before hanging up the phone and shoving it into the breast pocket of my suit jacket.
The last thing I want to do is ghost the gorgeous creature in my bed in the middle of the night, but my brothers will always come first. I scribble a quick note on the hotel stationary and rejoin her in the bedroom to place it on the nightstand.
The moonlight dances over her skin as she sleeps peacefully, and I pause for a moment, stopping to enjoy the view of her naked body splayed on the bed. Grabbing the sheet, I drag it over her until it’s nestled around her shoulders. I brush the hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. As not to wake her, I whisper, “I’ll be seeing you again soon, darling.”
Really fucking soon…
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TRISTAN
Liam wasn’t lying. Stepping out of the hotel entrance and onto the sidewalk, they are waiting at the curb in a discrete, black Suburban. All four of my brothers chomping at the bit to break some faces. Liam, Connor, and Declan waiting to get revenge for roughing up our baby brother, currently stewing in the rear of the SUV.
