ログインAsa I wake up to someone breathing down my neck. And the first thing I notice is the pain radiating through my body. Last night's memories come crushing back, and a smile makes its way onto my lips. I don't even remember when I fell asleep. All I remember is that I thought my heart would burst from happiness. Bright light is coming from the windows, and I move to check the time, only to find it's already past eight. Fuck. I'm going to be late. I try to move and realize Kirill is still inside me. The huge arm wrapped around my waist makes it impossible to move. "Kirill," I try, but he just grumbles and pulls me even closer to him. "Kirill," I try again, wiggling so I can free myself. And I immediately regret it when I feel him growing even bigger, making me let out an embarrassing whimper. My hips move on their own, pushing back on him until I'm letting out full moans. I try to bite my lip, but the sounds escape anyway, until I feel Kirill's hips moving with mine. I t
Kirill “Teach me how to use a gun.” The words hang in the air between us. And the thought comes before I can stop it, I should say no. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to say no. This is the man I love, the mawho cried in my arms when he lost our child, the man who still shakes when Mason’s name is mentioned. He shouldn’t be anywhere near a weapon. But then I remember the parking lot. The blood on his forehead. The way he clutched his stomach and begged me to help him. The way he screamed my name like I was the only thing standing between him and death. And I remember that I might not always be here to protect him. “Okay.” Asa blinks. “Okay?” “Okay. I’ll teach you.” He stares at me like I’ve grown a second head, like he was expecting me to stop him. “Why aren’t you trying to stop me?” “Because you asked. And because I might not always be here to protect you. And because if something happens,” I stop. Swallow. “If something happens, I need to know you can protect y
Kirill Asa doesn't waste time. The moment Sam closes the door, he pushes me back and I land with a thud on the couch. Then he's reaching for me, kissing me again as if he doesn't want to wait a second without his skin touching mine. And I'm not complaining. When Ilya asked me a few months back if I'd ever been in love or ever would be my answer had been a simple no. I hadn't even thought about it before answering, because I'd never seen myself as one of those people who would love one person enough for it to destroy even the most powerful of men. But I guess I was fucking mistake. Because I now know if he asked me again, I'd still answer without hesitation. Just that the answer would be different. Because if this man in front of me told me he didn't like it here anymore, this city would wake up in flames. Hell, I'd carve my heart out of my own chest and give it to him if he so much as asked. He bites my lip, pulling back with a pout. "What are you thinking about?" Fuck, he loo
AsaI don't remember falling asleep, but I must have, because when I wake up it's already morning. I look at the time. Elevan AM.I get out of bed. I ended up sleeping at Kirill's place because Sam's controlling ass wouldn't let me go anywhere else for my safety, he had said. And when I had asked him how a building with many tenants was safe, he said they screen their tenants properly. Yes, apparently Kirill owns the damned thing. And how I've never noticed before is beyond me.The sound is coming from the kitchen, and the familiarity of it makes my chest thud. I round the corner to find Kirill and Sam in the kitchen. Kirill is wearing that ugly apron he loves so much and cooking something.He is here. But isn't he supposed to be back home in protection or something?He looks at me as if sensing I'm here, and I quickly look away. Shame, maybe. I don't know. But I can't look at him knowing he's seen that video. I know the reason he is here is because Sam called him and told him everyth
AsaKirill has been gone for less than twenty-four hours and I already feel like I should have stopped him. But say what exactly? What even are we? Ever since I kissed him, that was the end of it. We never brought it up again. Even when leaving, he just looked at me then left.I sigh, looking out the window as Sam drives me to my parents' place from the hospital for my clearance to play again. So back to school it is. Yay. Hope the sarcasm is clear.Anyways, I try not to think about that. But if I don't, I end up thinking about him, which is also a no-no zone. I let out a breath. The dull throb in my abdomen makes the back of my eyes burn with tears I refuse to shed. But my hand instinctively moves to my stomach anyway, and the pain in my chest only intensifies.No. I won't cry again. But the tears fall either way. So I bite my lip hard, hoping they'll stop.Sam clears his throat, moving uncomfortably in his seat. "Hey. It's okay." He sounds like he's never comforted a person in his l
AsaKirill doesn't leave immediately. He stays for three more days. Three days of him hovering. Three days of him sleeping in the chair beside my hospital bed instead of going home. Three days of him bringing me food I don't eat and water I don't drink and looking at me with those hollow grey eyes like he's memorizing my face in case he never sees it again.I don't talk to him much. Not because I don't want to—because I don't trust myself.Every time he touches my hand, every time he brushes my hair back, every time he whispers moy malen'kiy volk under his breath, I feel that stupid flutter in my chest. And I hate it. I hate that after everything, my body still responds to him. I hate that I still want him.The doctor says I can go home on the fourth day. Not the estate—Kirill's apartment.Dad argues. Mom cries. Kirill stands there with his arms crossed and his jaw set, and I watch the three of them fight over me like I'm not even in the room."He needs rest," Kirill says flatly."He







