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Then she looks at Lev. Fucker only shrugs.

“Wait. All of you?”

The fire pops, and a piece of wood whines, but none of the men in this room confess.

“This entire time?”

More silence, except for the wind battering against the side of the cabin.

Suddenly, her hands are on my face again, and she presses her lips to mine again, hungrily. My arms are around her instantly, holding her to me and taking every ounce of contact she’s willing to give me. Because she’s not running away.

Chapter twenty

Roman

Jesus, I didn’t know my heart could do this anymore. It used to race and thunder like a herd of horses with adrenaline every time we were in a shootout or being chased by a car. Over the years, those have gotten fewer and farther between as Dmitri’s operations matured and we recruited more foot soldiers.

But watching these two, who have been circling each other, teasing each other, neither one willing to cross that line, finally, finally giving in to themselves, has my heart racing. Satisfaction settles in my gut, knowing these two were meant for each other. I don’t believe in soul mates, but if I did, I’d know these two were cut from the same soul fabric.

He pants against her, hands roaming everywhere eagerly; she tugs at his hair, hungrily swallowing down the moans from his mouth.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I look at Lev, feeling like we should leave or go somewhere else to give them more privacy, but he’s simply staring at the floor between his feet. In an instant, I feel for the man. I’ve known for a while he’s wanted her, but like me, he can’t have her. I want to give him a pep talk, remind him of our role in her life, and that Mik’s a good man who will take good care of her.

He looks like someone kicked his puppy. For all of his brash bravado, he’s a deeply feeling man, and I’m sure seeing Mik get everything he wants, while Lev can’t, isn’t something he’ll be able to get over anytime soon.

I wonder if he’ll ask to be reassigned. I’m not sure how I’m going to stomach watching them together, but I know that I’ll have to figure it out. I wouldn’t trust her safety to anyone else.

The entire reason Lev and I were assigned to her was because of lingering looks another guard, Yegor, gave her when she started developing breasts.

With my heart breaking inside my chest, at the same time it heals, knowing Tati and Mik will finally get their happily ever-after, assuming Irina and Dmitri will allow it.

But then Tati separates them, resting her forehead on Mik’s, both of their chests heaving with labored breaths.

It’s when she looks over at me that my throat squeezes shut.

She climbs off Mik’s lap. Mik lets his hand drag down the curve of her back, over an ass cheek, until she’s far enough away it’s forced to drop. Like, now that he’s had her, he can’t imagine not touching her.

"Tanya..." I say in warning, holding my hands out in front of me like I can hold her off.

Like the little brat she is, she bats them aside and climbs onto my thighs.

“Tati... we can’t...” I stammer, already losing the battle with myself at the scent of her shampoo.

She drops her head, her lips grazing my neck, and I groan, my hands falling to her hips, and my head tilting backwards to give her more access.

I am a weak, weak man.

“Here’s what I think...” she says, as her lips work their way up my neck, through the scruff on my jaw, and to the corner of my lips. Focus. She’s talking. Pay attention.

Paying attention is suddenly the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, with all of my blood flowing south at the moment.

“We’re trapped in this cabin for what? The next week? Two? Maybe a month?”

“Mhm,” I agree, barely holding on when she resettles on my lap, dragging her warm center over my hard cock.

“What if, in this cabin, it’s fair game....”