LOGINNikolai’s POVThe viewpoint opened up in front of us like a quiet reward after the climb. The land fell away in a wide, natural slope, giving an unbroken view of the coastline and the ocean stretching far into the horizon. The late morning sun sat high enough to make the water glitter, but a steady breeze kept the air cool. I watched Liora’s face as she took it in - the soft way her eyes widened, the small, almost disbelieving smile that pulled at her lips. That expression alone made the entire hike worth it.I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her back against my chest. She leaned into me immediately, her hands resting over mine.“This is beautiful,” she said quietly.“It is.” I rested my chin on her shoulder, looking out at the same view she was. “I wanted you to see it with me.”We stood like that for a long while, not speaking, just breathing in the open air and the silence that only existed this far from everything else. Eventually I guided h
Liora’s POVThe morning light in the suite was soft and golden, slipping through the half-open curtains and stretching across the bed. I woke up slowly, still wrapped in Nikolai’s arms from the night before. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath my cheek, and for a few quiet minutes I simply stayed there, listening to his heartbeat and the distant sound of the ocean. These slow mornings had become my favorite part of the trip - no rush, no obligations, just the two of us existing in the same space.I felt him stir before his hand began moving in slow strokes along my back. “You’re awake,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.“Mm.” I tilted my head up to look at him. “Barely.”He gave a low, quiet laugh and pressed a kiss to my forehead. We stayed tangled together a little longer before he finally spoke again, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on my skin.“I want to take you somewhere today,” he said. “A private hike. Nothing too difficult - just a scenic path with goo
Liora’s POVThe sky had already begun to soften into shades of gold and pale pink by the time Nikolai led me outside. A single, sturdy bicycle waited near the edge of the path - clearly arranged in advance. It was built for two in the sense that there was space for me to sit behind him, a small cushioned seat and a metal bar I could hold onto. The sight of it made me glance up at him with a mix of surprise and quiet delight.“You’re serious,” I said, unable to hide the smile in my voice.“I am.” He swung one leg over the bike and settled onto the main seat, then looked back at me, holding out a hand. “Come here.”I hesitated only for a second before placing my hand in his. He steadied the bike as I climbed on behind him, carefully settling onto the rear seat. The moment I was secure, I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his broad back. He felt warm and solid under my hands. When he started pedaling, the sudden movement made me tighten my hold instinctively.“I
Nikolai’s POVAfter we left the private massage suite, the spa staff guided us to a quiet recovery lounge reserved only for us. The space was soft and understated - low lighting, a wide cushioned daybed draped in light blankets, a small table with infused water and fresh fruit, and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto a private garden. Two plush robes had been laid out for us. I helped Liora into hers first, tying the belt loosely at her waist before pulling on my own.She still moved a little slowly, her body clearly heavy with residual relaxation. I guided her to the daybed and sat first, then drew her down so she was settled between my legs, her back against my chest. She melted into me without resistance, letting out a long, contented breath as I wrapped my arms around her.“Better?” I asked quietly near her ear.“Mm. So much better,” she answered, her voice still soft and a little distant from the deep calm of the massage. “I feel like I could fall asleep right here.”
Nikolai’s POVThe private massage suite was warm and dimly lit, the air carrying a soft blend of sandalwood, citrus, and something floral I couldn’t name. Two wide treatment tables sat side by side, separated by only a small gap, each covered in crisp white linens and a light blanket. Soft instrumental music played at a low volume, and the faint sound of water trickling from a small wall feature added to the quiet atmosphere.Liora stood close to me, her fingers still loosely linked with mine as the two female therapists gave us a moment of privacy to change. I helped her out of her sundress with slow, careful hands, pressing a brief kiss to her bare shoulder before she slipped under the sheet on her table. I did the same on the table beside hers, lying on my stomach first as instructed. The gap between us was small enough that if I stretched my arm out, I could easily reach her.The therapists returned and began working in near silence. Warm oil was poured onto my back, followed
Nikolai’s POVThe late morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains of the suite, painting the room in warm gold. Liora was still half-draped over me on the large sofa where we had eventually settled the night before, her body soft and trusting against mine. She had fallen asleep in my arms after the clingy, playful stretch of the evening, and I had stayed awake longer than usual just watching her. Even now, with her breathing steady and her face relaxed, I found myself reluctant to move.I brushed a few strands of hair away from her cheek with the back of my fingers. She stirred at the touch, making a small sound before her eyes fluttered open. For a second she looked disoriented, then her gaze found mine and a slow, sleepy smile curved her lips.“Morning,” she murmured, voice still husky from sleep.“Afternoon, almost,” I corrected gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You slept well.”She stretched against me like a contented cat, then immediately curled back int
Liora's POV Sunlight pierced the heavy velvet curtains like it had no right to be there. I hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt that icy gray gaze dragging over my body in the study. The silk robe still lay draped over the chair where I’d dropped it last night, a silen
Liora's POV The black silk robe felt like a punishment.I tied the thin belt with shaking fingers, the fabric whispering against my bare skin. No bra. No panties. Nothing but this flimsy shield between me and whatever the Mafia King planned to do with me tonight.Ogura’s mocking video still echoe
Liora's POV The black SUV smelled like expensive leather and barely contained danger.I sat rigid in the back seat, Alora pressed so tightly against my side that I could feel her little heart racing. The video of Ogura mocking me still played on loop in my mind, his laughter, the other woman’s mo
Liora's POV The cheap bottle of wine felt heavy in my hand as I pushed open the apartment door. I had scraped together the last of my money for it — a pathetic little celebration after Ogura’s death. One night to toast freedom. One night to believe the bruises on my arms would finally fade and I







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