rumbling against my breast. My nipple slipped out of his mouth when he groaned, and I knew he was getting close. He wrapped his arms around my body and clenched his jaw. I felt him tense, his stomach muscles contracting, and a moment later he released inside me with a moan.
This man was incredible.
I watched his face as he orgasmed, and I leaned forward, kissing him. I’d never felt anything like I felt for this stranger.
Slowly, and not so slowly, he wasn’t a stranger anymore.
When he opened his eyes, he smiled at me, and I suddenly felt shy. I clambered off him and lay down. Viktor shuffled down on the mattress, lying next to me. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and traced my profile with his fingertips
“I’m exhausted,” I said, yawning.
Viktor chuckled. “Sleep, Angel.”
“But we just got up.”
“Hush,” he said softly and leaned forward, kissing me on the forehead, and then on my eyes. “Just rest.”
I didn’t open my eyes again. My breathing slowed, and the feeling of pure bliss that stretched over my body, accompanied by Viktor’s body heat next to me, was enough to lull me into a dreamless sleep.
Viktor
If I thought I was headed up shit’s creek before, I sure as hell was in trouble now. Every time I was inside Angela, I felt more for her. More connected, more passionate, more affectionate.
And that was dangerous.
When you got attached to someone the way I was getting to Angela, you put yourself in a bad position. She was my weakness, and that weakness could be exploited.
I lay next to her, planning on sleeping, too. I was just as tired after our long fucking – no, love making – session. But sleep wouldn’t come. I thought about Maksim and the movement of his men. I’d told myself I would check in now and then, and I had already looked today. But something didn’t sit right. I felt uncomfortable, as if there was a pebble in my shoe.
After tossing and turning for much longer than I should have, worried I might wake Angela, I rolled off the bed and dressed. I kept glancing at her, hoping the creak of the wooden floor and the rustle of my clothing wouldn’t wake her. But she was out cold. I smiled at the reason why.
Quietly, I left the room and the cabin and hiked up the mountain, pushing between the pile of rocks that led to the entrance of my concealed cave. Once inside, I powered up my satellite equipment yet again. I studied the screen and made an unsettling discovery: the blip wasn’t in Canada anymore. It was in the US.
He must be on a plane, judging by the speed it was moving. And it was headed right for me.
Fuck.
There was an airport just a couple of miles from here for private jets and smaller planes. I had no idea if this was the final destination, but I had to assume it was. If I didn’t, and they came for me, I wouldn’t be ready. Better safe than sorry, as the old adage went.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Angela was here. If they came after me now, she might get caught in the fray. And that was the last thing I wanted. I needed her safe. Some fucking primal side of me didn’t want her to leave my sight so I could know she was safe. So she could be mine.
But if they were after me, if Maksim was coming to get me, then Angela was in trouble. She was in danger because she was with me.
How the hell had they found me? I’d been so fucking careful, covering my tracks, keeping an eye on them, staying away from society. I didn’t do social media, wasn’t registered anywhere, I lived off grid, specifically so this wouldn’t happen.
Yet one of Maksim’s men – or Maksim himself – was headed in my direction.
My mind started spinning. I had to protect myself. I had to protect Angela. My cabin was a great hideout with a good vantage point, settled toward the rocky mountainside so it could only be approached from the one side. The valley to the other side of the cabin was also difficult to traverse, if not impossible. It was a good location as a hideout, but not as a battle station.
The upside was that I would see them coming if I was vigilant. I had to get the jump on them. If I was lucky, I could find one of