“Oh? How?”
“I’m going to undress you slowly. Kiss every inch of your skin. Remind you who you belong to. And then I’m going to fuck you so well you forget what numbers are.”
My breath catches, and a laugh tumbles out.
“Maybe Iwantto remember numbers,” I tease. “I did just start back at work. Don’t forget—you need me, Konstantin.”
He laughs against my throat.
“Don’t I know it.”
A small sound gurgles from the bassinet, and we both turn instantly. Sam stirs, eyes cracking open, looking around like he’s already plotting how to buy out his rivals’ shares before snack time.
Konstantin walks over and picks him up with startling ease.
“You’re getting heavy, little wolf,” he murmurs, adjusting Sam in one arm. “Your mother keeps feeding you like you’re training for war.”
I lean against the window, watching them.
This is my life now.
This man.
This child.
This place.
I’m not afraid anymore. I know who I am now, and I know what I’ve survived. I’ve walked through hell in heels and came out holding the hand of the devil who chose me over the world.
Sam coos softly, one chubby fist reaching toward my face. I press a kiss to his knuckles. Then another to Konstantin’s lips.
“Let’s go home,” I whisper.
He grins.
“Yes,malen’kiy volk. Let’s go home.”
