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2025-06-19 18:01:11“What do you need? Name it.”
Misha grinned, “A kiss might—”I didn’t let him finish.I leaned in and kissed him before the rest could leave his mouth, silencing the request with the press of my lips. His breath hitched, and I feared of hurting him somehow. But then he kissed me back, with more hunger than I expected from someone who’d nearly died a few hours ago.When I finally pulled back, flustered and breathless, I started to curl in beside him again.But Misha didn’t stop.His hand slid to the back of my neck, drawing me down into another kiss that was firmer, slower, claiming. Heat bloomed low in my belly, all thoughts scattering under the weight of it. My fingers clutched the edge of the blanket as he deepened the kiss, and then—Everything shifted.I gasped when the mattress dipped. Before I could blink, Misha had rolled, turning me onto my back with a gentleness that didn’t match the burning stare in hi
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Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 46. Shower Priority
“What do you need? Name it.”Misha grinned, “A kiss might—”I didn’t let him finish.I leaned in and kissed him before the rest could leave his mouth, silencing the request with the press of my lips. His breath hitched, and I feared of hurting him somehow. But then he kissed me back, with more hunger than I expected from someone who’d nearly died a few hours ago.When I finally pulled back, flustered and breathless, I started to curl in beside him again. But Misha didn’t stop.His hand slid to the back of my neck, drawing me down into another kiss that was firmer, slower, claiming. Heat bloomed low in my belly, all thoughts scattering under the weight of it. My fingers clutched the edge of the blanket as he deepened the kiss, and then—Everything shifted.I gasped when the mattress dipped. Before I could blink, Misha had rolled, turning me onto my back with a gentleness that didn’t match the burning stare in hi
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 45. For A Price
I woke up feeling too hot.Sticky warmth clung to my skin, and for a moment, I couldn’t understand why. The sheets were heavy, the air thick, and my body was pressed against something radiating heat.My eyes fluttered open, heart skipping as I stared at a ceiling I didn’t recognize. This wasn’t my room. The space was too quiet, too clean. My mind scrambled to catch up, sluggish and disoriented.Then I felt the steady rise and fall beneath my hand. The solid warmth of another body beneath the blankets.Misha.Memory crashed back in all at once. The gunshot wounds, the blood, the doctor’s voice, skin to skin. Climbing into bed beside him, hoping to keep him alive. Eyes widened in panic, I slowly took everything in mind. My hand was splayed across Misha’s bare chest, rising and falling slowly beneath my touch. His heartbeat pulsed steady under my palm, and I realized I had curled into his side during the night, drawn by instinct an
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 44. Just His Usual Tuesday
“One more thing,” the doctor said, glancing at Misha’s pale, still form under the blankets.“What is it, doc?” James responded before I could. “His core temp’s dropped. He’s hypothermic.”James frowned. “The heater’s on.”“Won’t be enough if it keeps dipping,” the doctor said. “Fastest way to raise his temperature is body heat. Skin to skin.”She said it casually, like it was just another part of her job. Then her gaze slid pointedly to me.Before I could respond, James recoiled like she'd just told him to suck venom from a snake itself. “Hell no. Don’t look at me, I’m not gay.”The doctor rolled her eyes. “Didn’t ask you to be.”Skin to skin. That’s what she said. And suddenly, finally, I understood. That was what Misha meant. Right before he passed out.‘Strip,’ he’d said. I thought he was delirious. Dying. Making some dark jokes. But he was trying to save himself. Trying to tell me what wo
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 43. Late-Night House Call
“What do you mean by that?!” I nearly screamed, eyes wide, frantic, and barely keeping Misha steady in my lap. “He’s wounded and freezing to death. I won't let him die. He needs a damn doctor!”James shook his head, jaw clenched, blood soaking through the rag pressed to his side. “No hospital. Not an option.”Now, I knew for sure he'd lost his mind. “Misha’s barely conscious. He could have internal bleeding. He’s—he’s ice-cold, shaking—this isn’t something I can fix with a first-aid kit!”“Because, duh! They’ll see the bullet hole and we’re both screwed,” James muttered, taking a sharp turn. “Hospital’s out. But I’ve got a private doctor. Used to be licensed until she got caught doing lines in an on-call room. Now she runs quiet, no-questions gigs. One hell of a surgeon, though.”“What—”“Long story. Point is she’s fast, discreet, and already on her way. Won’t call the cops. Or the Vatican.”I looked down at Misha’s face. His ski
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 42. You Don't Get to Die Yet
Everything went crazy and I didn't know what to do. But, I ran. Slipped on blood once, caught myself on the doorframe and kept running.Blankets. Anything. I didn’t think, didn’t breathe, just grabbed what I could. An old wool coat from the hall closet. A few towels. The blanket from the sofa. My own sweater from the chair. I dropped half of it in my haste and had to scoop it up again with trembling hands.He was dying.Misha was dying and I couldn’t even keep my grip on a towel.I stumbled back into the bedroom, arms overflowing, heart threatening to crack my ribs open from the inside.He was still on the bed, barely upright, barely conscious. His face looked wrong. Pale, waxy. Lips cracked and blue-tinged. Eyes half-lidded and glassy. Blood soaked the sheets. Soaked him.I couldn’t even tell how much was left in him. So, I dumped the blankets and tore into them, wrapping him with frantic, clumsy hands. My voice shook, cracked,
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 41. The Last Shot
The scream cracked through the air behind the door.Lorraine.My body moved on instinct. Rounded the corner fast, Glock raised, steps silent.Two intruders. Backs to me. Focused on the panic room panel.The first didn’t even turn. I fired two rounds to the base of the skull. He dropped face-first, dead before he hit the floor.Unfortunately, the second whipped around. Quicker reflexes. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and bolted left, dropping behind the overturned dresser for cover.Smart.He poked his head up, rifle tight against his shoulder. Visor glinting under the guest room's light. “You’re supposed to be dead,” he said, tone rattled. “You jumped off a goddamn cliff—”He paused.I didn’t reply.His stare lingered a second too long on the soaked fabric clinging to my frame, the bloodless graze on my bicep, the gashes down my arms and face. Skin pale blue from the sea. Lips
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