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We stayed like that for a while, holding each other. The bubbles had long since disappeared, but the warmth of the water and the heat between us enveloped us like a cocoon.
As he massaged my shoulders, scalp, and neck, gently caressing my hair, I felt so relaxed I could have easily fallen asleep. His hands felt absolutely magical.
He’s magical.
Sofiya, shut up!
“Let me clean you.”
Feeling lazy and content, I couldn’t resist and let him wash my hair and body with his rough yet gentle hands, planting sweet kisses on my back. Seeing was so... unexpected, and for the first time, I felt completely and utterly safe with him.
After drying me off, he led me to his bedroom and handed me one of his black t-shirts that reached mid-thigh. He seated me, brushed my half-dry hair, and tied it in a braid before laying me on his cozy, cloud-like bed. The softness of his sheets made me hum with contentment.
As soon as my head touched the pillow, I drifted off to sleep, feeling a soft kiss on my forehead and his strong arms wrapped around me.
But before I slipped away completely, I heard him whisper with a rough voice, “Ne volnuysya, Sofiya. Ya zashchishchu tebya, obeshchayu. Don't worry, Sofiya. I'll protect you, I promise.”
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
“It’s not your enemies who condemn you to solitude, it’s your friends.”
? Milan Kundera
Volk
I fucked up. Monumentally.
I can’t believe I’ve let her get under my skin.
I vowed to Igor to protect her, not to fucking make her cum with my mouth.
Shaking my head at the absurdity of it all, I rubbed the sleep from my face and looked down at her. She was curled up against me, holding onto my arm like I was her favorite stuffed animal. A few strands of hair had escaped her braid, framing her face. Her long lashes rested gently on her cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed deeply.
I brushed my hand against her cheek softly, but stopped as she mumbled something in her sleep.
She was just too fucking perfect; it made my heart ache.
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, and I reached for my phone on the nightstand to check the time.
4:44.
Less than 48 hours left before Igor arrived in Russia.
Fuck.
I needed to find a fucking solution to this problem.
If I spilled everything to Igor, he’d execute them without mercy—Sofiya, Dasha and her mother.
His ego was too damn big to spare either of them. Vlad had been on his hit list for years, for undercutting his business dealings—snatching suppliers, land, and customers.
It hadn’t sunk us yet, but it had dinged Igor’s and my own reputation enough to matter.
Now, when Igor finds out Vlad had not only screwed him over in business but also in his wife—hell would rain down.
With Sofiya’s warm body pressed against mine in bed, guilt gnawed at me.
