FAZER LOGIN[ANASTASIA]Ever since I returned from the safe house, I knew I wasn’t about to sit still and look pretty.Not when Ivan was still fighting for his life.Not when the place we once called home no longer felt like home.Not without Ivan.I spent days after my return thinking about the same thing, ove
“Now?” I nod. “More than ever.”This new information gives way to a new expression on his face. Instead of looking super annoyed, he looks curious, suspicious—even careful, if that furrowed brow reveals anything.Good. He should be.Because the thing about moles? They’re not just rats in fancy coats
*One Week Later*[DIMITRI]“The shipments will be at the docks tonight, but you still haven’t decided who we’re sending?” Igor taunted, as he stood by the bar, holding an empty tumbler—something he’s been doing ever since he walked into my office—well, Ivan’s office, but that’s irrelevant. One would
After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy
[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimit
The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing l
[IVAN] “Here goes the last one,” Dimitri says, tucking his gun back into the holster and watching his handiwork with dark amusement in his eyes. And Ana calls me sick. I scoff. The things this man could do to a human being are beyond imagination. Even I can’t match his barbarity sometimes. Not tha
He couldn’t. Not yet. “Yes, baby. Yes. Fuck. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He was a sweaty mess, his muscles flexing and relaxing with each thrust. “Come with me, Nik. Come on. Please.” He was about to explode. He couldn’t stop it. “Oh, Nik. Yes. Like that. Oh. Yes. Yes.” Her nails du
A black four-door pulled up outside his cottage in the woods, and a head full of blonde hair hopped out, carrying two shopping bags in her hands. Nikolai Petrovich stepped out of the small garage, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. Her eyes lit up when she spotted him, cheeks turning rosy from the
“You can run, but you can’t escape what’s always been there,” he whispers, grazing his lips against my cheek, his breath hot. “Tell me you don’t remember, and I’ll let you go.” It’s so easy. I can just say that and leave. He would let me go. He said that himself. But the moment I open my mouth, my

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