Surreal is the best way to describe how it feels as the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva to be sitting in the same room with the Irish Mob Boss and the WKTA leader and strategy team.

We're some of the most powerful people in the country, and we do not work together. Yet, here we all are, reviewing everything we have on Jason Aire together with a single purpose in mind.

Leo.

I don't know how that little assassin has managed to worm his way into the hearts of everyone in this room, but the way everyone speaks about him makes it incredibly clear that he's cared for. Deeply.

I wonder if he realizes it... something tells me he doesn't have a clue. It's just a hunch, but I'm confident he would be shocked to see us all sitting around the table in the same warehouse where he planned his plot against Rossi, now working out a strategy to rescue him.

We turned the tracker on just long enough to pinpoint his location before deactivating it again. He's in Vanuatu, the republic islands just off the coast of Australia. A very conservative, low-crime republic on the surface with a dark underbelly that makes it the perfect choice for Aire.

The tracker showed he's near Port Havannah, and we were able to narrow it down to one of his specific properties. It didn't take long once we knew where he was to find out that he has multiple properties on several of its many islands. He can't purchase land directly, since that's not something foreigners can do in that country, but he made arrangements with the government and different third-parties to snatch up several luxury properties without being tied to them directly.

A perfect way to hide.

I should be thrilled that we know where he is... but it's been one week since the video posted. As much as I'm trying to focus on this meeting and the plan to get to him to save him, my mind keeps wandering to a single question...

Aire said it would be a video a week. Will there be another video uploaded tonight?

"Getting to the country isn't the problem, it's getting to Dame," Mel explained, gesturing to the file folder we'd been provided at the beginning of the meeting.

I still find myself glancing at Connor every time the name 'Dame' is dropped - and without fail, he reacts every time. It's slight, but it's there. He'd admitted he suspected the assassin he's called 'Killer' is actually the legendary 'Die Dame,' yet it's clear having his suspicions confirmed was still a bit of a shock.

I tried to learn how they met, but he wouldn't budge. So, his little tics whenever he's reminded of his unknowing connection to the most notorious assassin in the world is a nice little win for me.

"It's a state-of-the-art luxury property outfitted with incredible security. Not to mention the fact that the locals are skittish. The trafficking underbelly of Vanuatu is very well hidden from its everyday citizens. Any sign of weapons or curious behavior, and we're going to have to deal with everyone on the damn island."

"So what's the approach," I ask gruffly, leaning forward.

"Two small teams - one for distraction, one for rescue. Heavy support nearby but hidden - only called on in case things blow up. Nearby escape by boat ready to go for everyone involved, which will already have a medical team on board since Dame will likely need it. We get in, we get out - we don't focus on making a show of it and we execute with minimum interaction."

I immediately narrow my eyes at her.

"You want us to let Aire go," I growl out, realizing what she's saying.

Aleksandr and Connor have both stiffened, glaring at Mel the same way I am.

"Alright, listen here you neanderthals," she spits, glaring right back at us, "I get you think punching Aire in the face or putting a bullet between his legs makes you impressive and masculine or some shit - but I don't give a fuck. I don't care about your desires for revenge or vengeance, or even the defense of Dame's honor. You and your egos aren't the point of this mission - so either get your head in the game or get the fuck out of the way."

Aleksandr and I turn to each other at the same time, and the moment he meets my gaze I know he and I are on the same page.

Fuck Mel and her bullshit plan. I don't know if this is part of her trying to keep Leo dependent on her or not, and I don't care. We're killing that motherfucker. We'll play nice, we'll follow along - but killing Aire is absolutely part of our mission.

Returning my gaze to Mel, who's studying us and our reactions, I keep my face blank and simply nod. Her narrowed eyes search me as if trying to see directly into my mind, but I meet her gaze and keep my reactions controlled.

If she knows my goals, she doesn't say anything.

"It's going to take time to get everything together. Our best bet is to take everything with us on a private jet, and land here in Australia," she continues, gesturing to the projection screen behind her where a map is displayed, "I've got the right contacts there to help us arrange landing and remove concerns about our cargo. From there, we'll head to Vanuatu by boat, where I have absolutely no connections or network whatsoever. We don't have law enforcement bribed or government officials to support. While we're there we have to stay under the radar, getting in and out as fast as physically possible."

"How much time?" Connor finally speaks up, lending his voice and concern for the first time since the meeting began.

"A couple weeks or so, I expect. That's pushing it to-"

"No," I interrupt, earning a scowl but ignoring her reaction entirely, "Aire said a video a week. He said that when he released the first video seven days ago."

A thick silence settles over the room. Connor's jaw clenching this time doesn't bring the same enjoyment it did just moments ago when I was actively anticipating his discomfort.

No, this time I agree with his reaction.

"If we rush the mission, Dame doesn't get out alive," Mel scolds, "I don't want her there any longer than necessary either, but I won't risk her life and safety because you can't be patient enough for us to do what needs to be done. Yes, it means there will likely be more videos. It means Dame is going to be tortured in ways people in this room can't really fathom or understand. You have to trust her to survive until we get there. She's a tough bitch."

Sure enough, after hours of sitting in that room and working out supplies, travel, and contacts that needed to be arranged... I returned to a pale and sweating Boris. He was holding the laptop, open with the video player paused, when I walked into my office - his lips pressed into a thin line and pain obvious in his eyes.

I choked and nearly stumbled, needing to take a breath before I walked all the way in.

Aleksandr and Connor walked in behind me, both wary and on edge the moment they saw Boris.

I was surprised when Connor agreed to accompany me back to my own turf. He's at a disadvantage here, and that puts me at ease a bit. I am anxious to speak with him privately away from WKTA to understand his thoughts.

I push that aside for now, though.

"Leave it," I rasp, clearing my throat quickly, "thank you Boris."

He nods at me, placing the laptop on my desk before quickly leaving the room.

"What's going on?" Connor asks wearily, eyeing the laptop as if it might explode at any moment.

I might prefer that.

"Aire's latest stream recording," Aleksandr mutters, glaring at the laptop.

Taking a deep breath, I walk forward and hit play.

None of us sit. None of us speak. The three of us stare at the screen, tense and angry before we even hear his voice. He and his goons sport the same masks as before, and just like last time Aire treats this like his own social media influencer account - his voice and tone feeling massively out of touch with the scene behind him.

Where Leo hangs naked from his wrists, his head bowed with his chin to his chest.

The bruises from the last video are healing, but still incredibly evident. No part of him had been spared the assault. The bandages for his shoulder and abdomen look fresh, so it's safe to assume they're treating his gunshot wounds.

"Hello loyal viewers, and welcome back! My precious star is back for her second stream, and I'm thrilled to announce that her injuries are healing nicely! We will be expanding our selection of services to include quite a variety of options. Please refer to the menus to select the implement, body location, and duration! All services must be paid for to be added to the queue. They will be performed in the order they are received! If you have any questions, reach out to a moderator! If the queue clears out before the end of our session, I'll fill the space with service selections of my own. I see we've already had some people jump in, so without further ado - let's get started! And as always, we hope that you will all continue to tune in each week for our live streams. We will add even more service options when she returns next week!"

The queue has popped up to the right of the screen, ensuring it doesn't block the viewer from seeing all of the implement selections on the table to the left or Leo's form hanging limply from the ceiling.

Disgust and fury ripple through me as the queue fills quickly with the "orders" of the viewers outlining the implement to use on Leo, where they want it used, and for how long. The price they paid is listed beside the order, though the orderer is anonymous.

It doesn't take long before the queue is longer than the box and a scroll-bar appears to indicate the rest of the list is visible off-screen.

He doesn't even warn Leo... doesn't say a word. Aire looks at the queue, smirks at the "order" at the top of the list, and quickly moves over to grab what looks like a barbed, thin stick.

Leo is spun so his back is facing the camera, and Aire immediately lashes out without hesitation... full strength from the first swing.

He's bleeding from the first strike.

The screams begin by the fifth strike.

At the end, they brought out the wheel - a prize wheel that was spun to determine the finale. It was far worse than last time.

We stood there like statues, determined to watch every moment of it.

When one of us gasped, choked, or even leaked a tear - none of us reacted. We all broke at different moments.

I fell to my knees before the half-hour mark. Aleksandr was already there. Connor joined me shortly after.

The video lasted 39 minutes and 44 seconds.

When the screen went dark, we continued to stare at it, each kneeling before the laptop as if we could beg it to spare Leo despite knowing prayers would be useless. We remained there for a long moment like that.

Silent - unable to think of how to react or process what we'd seen.

I knew Leo had scars. I had seen them when he took his corset off - likely the reason that even though he is an incredible pole dancer he never strips out of his costume. I'd traced those scars with my tongue the last time we were together. I'd savored the way he shivered beneath me when I tasted his skin - so responsive to my touch...

I had planned to ask how he got them - just like I figured he'd ask about mine. When he'd traced my tattoos, the sprawling black designs that cover my entire left side - he'd taken a moment to follow the scars that interrupted the pattern.

I imagined our battle-scar stories would be similar. Earned through the missions we've taken in our line of work. Marks of pride. Marks of strength. Signs we survived another day and bettered someone else who likely did not.

I imagined wrong.

"He should die slowly," Aleksandr finally speaks, the first of us to break the silence.

His voice is hard and there is no evidence of the tears that escaped earlier. Now only pure, unfiltered rage radiates from him - an aura that would bring a lesser man to his knees.

"Why," Connor finally grits out, his teeth clenched and his fists balled so tightly at his sides his knuckles have turned white, "who is Dame to him. Why does he call her... his... precious star?"

Composing myself, I slowly get to my feet and in one long stride make it to my desk. I grab the laptop and slam it shut so forcefully I worry I may break it before tossing it to the side where it lands on the leather couch against the wall. Glaring at it for a moment, I make my way behind my desk and sink into my chair before looking at Connor.

He and Aleksandr both rise to their feet slowly, taking the chairs across from my desk - clearly both trying to pull themselves together.

"I will tell you more about Dame and Aire if you tell me how you know Dame first," I finally say, negotiating information for information.

I don't trust Connor, and I need to understand his relationship with Dame before we go another step further.

He scrutinizes me for a while, though for less time than I expected, before he nods.

"Dame showed up in the dead of night at my home with a dead man at her feet nearly two years ago. I'd never seen her or him before that night, nor did I know how the fuck they made it to the second story without alerting any of my security.

I attacked Dame, of course, but she put me in my place right quick. She explained that a hit had been put out on my kid brother, and she was there to prevent it. Which she did. Then she disappeared after insulting my security measures.

I confirmed later that the guy she killed was, in fact, a mercenary sent to kill him. I spent the following day cleaning up the mess and working on security having no idea what to think about the crazy woman that saved my brother.

She was there waiting for me when I got back the next night. Scared the fucking shit out of me when she was just in my bedroom. Fucking ninja. She said she was against assassinations against kids, and my brother was now under her protection... not me, not my organization, not my guys... just my brother."

The whole time he's speaking, he's looking out the window, turned away as if he's not really even speaking to us so much as we're present while he speaks to himself.

It's hilarious to me how similar his story is to mine... our little assassin showed up out of nowhere, saved someone's life, then just made it his mission to keep protecting that person for some unknown reason that led to a strange but powerful bond.

Are we just Leo's strays? His pet projects? If the situation weren't so dire, I'd laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of it all.

"She gave me a burner with a single number in it - the one you texted me from. There were more hits, and each time she'd show up, save him, then be gone before anyone could stop her. Each time she helped me identify who it was that put out the hit, who accepted it, or both. She never told me anything about her, so I just called her Killer.

She formed a strong attachment to my brother. He calls her his Guardian Killer. Been trying to get the stubborn broad to come to dinner to finally meet the kid face-to-face. She's even started sending him little things... gifts and the like. She's very protective of him. Even threatened to beat up his school bullies at one point.

We ended up... friends. If you can call it that. A strange relationship, but... true nonetheless. She started helping me more... tips and hints that weren't tied to just the kid. She always covered it in jokes, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she started to care about me more, too. I owe her a lot more than just a favor or two, though she likes to insist that's all our relationship is.

Our contacts stopped being all about hits and business and started to be more personal. It may be weird, but she's a friend. Closest thing I'd say I have to a sister. It's not normal, whatever we have."

Chuckling, he shakes his head before finally looking back at me.

"Last year, she sent me a package - she included it with one of her random gift drops. It explained the tracking device and the plan if it ever needed to be used. When I asked her about what triggered her to send it to me, she just said that she trusted me to help get her out if she got in a bind.

She didn't explain what kind of bind she was worried about getting into, but I could tell she wasn't just worried about vague maybes and what ifs. She was worried about something specific and was putting a backup plan into place. She isn't the type to fear the boogeyman. I didn't push, though... I figured if she needed me, she'd let me know. That's how our relationship works... it may be weird, but the loyalty and trust we have is strong nonetheless."

Taking a deep breath, he fixes me with a hard look. All the softness that had been there as he talked about Leo erased in a second.

"Now tell me about Aire."

Looking at him, I nodded - satisfied with the story I'd just heard. It's fair to exchange information at this point, and I believe the story Connor just weaved. It's the kind of crazy shit only Leo would do, and it explains a lot. I find my doubts are easing already, though I refuse to let my guard down around him.

"Dame was sold to Aire as a child," I begin, sitting back and trying to keep composed as much as possible giving the story I'm about to share, "and apparently she was his favorite. She was with him for many years.

She escaped and she's been in hiding ever since. Mel found her by chance long after she'd escaped and already had a new life. She recruited her then trained her into the badass she is today.

Aire has been looking for her this entire time, and when he found her he found her civilian identity - though I have no idea how. He doesn't realize who she is in our world.

The video you saw tonight is not specific to Dame - he does them with many of his victims. But Dame was his favorite from the moment he bought her. That video is her past and what he wants to make her future."

By the end I'm seething all over again, trying to keep my breathing controlled. The anger in my veins is like a fire, driving me to get up right now and fly to that fucking island to put a bullet in Aire's brain. It takes me a moment to stop seeing red and collect myself before I can refocus on Connor's face.

"Who are you to Dame?" he finally asks, seeing me calm down.

His voice and face show he's genuinely curious and perhaps a bit confused... I'm sure my reactions so far have been strange considering what he knows of Dame.

I eye Aleksandr for a long moment, and when he finally nods I look back at Connor.

"Our relationship is also... complicated. But Aleksandr and I have developed a bond with Dame as well. In a very not sister-like kind of way," I explain, chuckling a bit and feeling awkward at trying to explain whatever it is we have with Leo.

Connors eyes go wide, and looks between the two of us.

"Both of you?!" he asks, clearly surprised.

Aleksandr lets out a small laugh before nodding.

"Our story isn't that different from yours, actually... Dame showed up and saved his life," he said, gesturing toward me, "then, when new hits came up she'd show up and do it again. It was strange how it happened, stranger how it developed, and I'm not exactly sure what we'd call what it is now but..."

"But it's not sister-like," he mused, looking between us with a smirk on his face now.

That earned a chuckle from both Aleksander and I, and we both shook our heads in confirmation.

"The warehouse we were in tonight," Aleksandr asked suddenly, looking at Connor expectantly.

"Yeah, it's mine. A neutral meeting location for allies and non-allies alike that's just outside my territory. When Killer asked if she could use it, I didn't hesitate. It's why I offered it to WKTA when you brought me in."

Nodding, I lean forward slightly.

"Did you know what Dame needed it for?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes and no. I know she needed it to plan a job - no idea on the details of said job. She just needed it for a few days. I actually got some equipment out of the deal for free, so it worked out in my favor at the end of the day," he explained casually, before adding, "I also know she had a weird date-like evening there at one point during the same time. She arranged for the food, but it was my team that picked it up and dropped it off."

Chuckling, I nod to confirm his unspoken question.

"It was a strange date, but yes... we did have a date, the three of us, while we were planning the Rossi job."

That got Connor's attention, making him sit up suddenly.

"Rossi? Dame was the one that orchestrated the attack on Rossi's compound?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, knowing the Irish already have a bad relationship with the Rossi family so there's no lost love with this revelation, "she was the mastermind to help us rescue the four hostages he'd taken. One died, but the other three made it out. The mission was ultimately a success. Dame got seriously injured in the process-"

"Saving his life again," Aleksandr interrupted, jabbing a thumb at me.

"Saving our lives," I corrected, before continuing, "and was taken shortly afterward by Aire while recovering in the hospital from her injuries."

"I should have known she was the only one crazy enough to pull a stunt like that," he murmured to himself, shaking his head with a smirk, "I heard those hostages were all part of a large-scale alliance seeking to unite against competition in the area."

His last statement is firm, and his gaze hard, but I had prepared for this in advance knowing it was likely to come up.

"It's true," I confirmed, sitting back and observing him.

"We weren't invited to have a seat at the table," he commented warily, "despite having no particularly bad blood between us, as far as I know."

"Not with us, no," I confirmed, nodding, "but Devin Rodriguez wasn't a fan of yours and his weapons business is essential to the alliance. He didn't survive as a hostage with Rossi, though, so I'm open to discussing your invitation with his replacement... if we're able to, with your help, successfully rescue Dame and take out Aire."

"Rodriguez and I were not on good terms - he killed my cousin, and I killed his brother. Old grudges like that are hard to forget," he grunts, sitting back in his chair.

"That'll do it," I say, "but between his death at the hands of Rossi and your support for Dame's rescue - we can discuss opportunities when things settle down. His son is too young to take over, so there's an opportunity to revisit the discussion with his replacement and sidestep the bad blood you two had. The alliance is still in the works - you know how these things go. There's plenty of time to bring you in."

Nodding, he studies me closely for a long moment before releasing a breath.

"About Dame... WKTA isn't interested in taking Aire out," he says, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck WKTA. If we don't take Aire out, Dame will never be safe. Plus that bastard deserves what's coming to him," Aleksandr spits, his anger rising to the surface again.

Between the two of us, he's usually the more clear-headed - yet, the idea that Aire could be allowed to live is too much, even for him.

Nodding, I quickly add, "I agree. I think it's part of a scheme for WKTA to keep a hold on Dame. Aire living means she needs their ongoing protection."

I see Connor tense at that, anger flashing in his eyes.

"We should all be on the team that brings Dame back," I continue, holding his gaze so he knows I'm as furious as he is.

"One of us should break off from the team and look to specifically take Aire out. I know we all want to take our time, but we'll have to compromise. WKTA wants to let him go, we want to torture him. Middle-ground - we kill him. Get in, double-tap, get out. No loose ends."

"I don't love it, but anything's better than WKTA's plan," Connor grumped.

"Who's breaking off to take care of it," Aleksandr asks, clearly agreeing with everything so far.

"Let's wait to decide. We need to understand WKTA's full strategy and time-table once they get everything we discussed today in place."

"Whoever goes after Aire won't be there to rescue Dame," Aleksandr comments, letting me know where his priorities are.

I simply nod in acknowledgement. I have no problem letting Aleksandr take care of Leo if I can be the one to end this fucker. It's an almost blood-lust like need to put a bullet in his brain, and I know I can trust Aleksandr to take care of Leo until I get it done.

"You said WKTA wants to spare Aire to keep control of Dame," Connor says slowly, "so if we take Aire out, what does that mean for Dame?"

I swear I can see the gears turning in his head as he processes what this means for Leo after his rescue.

"It means she has a choice," Aleksandr said, looking intently at Connor, "we don't know if she stays with WKTA for the protection or because she wants to. If we take out Aire, then she has a choice where she may not have had one before. Simple as that."

He nods at that, not commenting further though he's thinking so hard it's almost giving me a headache.

Standing, I nod at Connor.

"Let's keep in touch. Gather your best, and we'll do the same. The faster we report back to WKTA, the faster the plan comes together."

Taking my cue, he stands and extends his hand - which I shake firmly.

I'd have never expected a partnership like this with the Irish, but nothing involving Leo ever goes the way I expect it to. I feel a strange kinship with Connor after hearing how Leo chose him, much like us. If Leo trusts him enough to give him the tracker, I can trust him enough to help us save him.

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The moment he's escorted out, all the adrenaline I've been living on vaporized and the fatigue hit me like a ton of bricks. I look to Aleksandr, out of steam and out of words... but he knows. He always knows. He guides me to the connecting bridge between this building and the one next door where my penthouse is.

I barely made to the bed before I collapsed, not even bothering to take my clothes off.

I hear Aleksandr chuckle from nearby, then he helped peel me out of my clothes before joining me in the bed.

Studying his face for a long moment feelings churn inside me I can't process.

Where is Leo right now? Is he resting... or are they hurting him right this moment? How much pain is he in?

"We'll find him, Ivan," Aleksandr breaks me from my thoughts, forcing my eyes to refocus on his face in front of me, "We'll find him, and we'll bring him home."

I tighten my hold on him, feeling ready to explode at any moment from the turmoil boiling me alive from the inside.

My mind replays the night he got shot. That fucking detonator failing was the beginning of the end for us.

When my gun clicked empty, I thought that was it. I thought for sure we were done.

Then Leo showed up, took all their attention and half their guys... and dropped an arsenal in my lap the second I was ready to start saying my prayers.

"He always finds a way to save me," I mutter quietly, studying him, "This time... it's our turn. We will save him. We will bring him back."

"And we'll never let him go again," Aleksandr growls, a hint of possessiveness in his voice that sends a shot of electricity straight south.

"He's ours," I agree lowly, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his face close, "just like you're his and mine."

I crash my lips into his with reckless abandon. All my frustration, all my anxiety, all my pent up rage... I redirect it into the desperate, clawing hunger that suddenly bubbles up inside me.

I roll him on his back, hovering above him as I consume his very breath, moving my hands down his side then between his legs.

"And you're going to take everything I give you," I murmur into his ear, "so tomorrow, when you can't fucking walk without thinking of me, you know who you belong to. You know that I will never let you go either. You're both mine."

Feeling his body has me hard before I even wrap my hand around him, stroking him several times and lubing my hand with his precum before I continue to move further down.

He wants to be claimed as much as I need to claim him in this moment. To have him bear my mark so anyone that even glances at him knows he's already spoken for.

He groans into my mouth when I circle his entrance with my finger, and I feel my cock jump at the sound. Releasing his lips, I make my way south, taking him straight into my throat while I start working my finger gently inside him.

I'm impatient, but I force myself to take my time with him - pumping one finger in slowly, and curling it just right to hit that spot that makes him see stars. My reward is the way he unravels beneath me, and I grin around him while I watch him lose himself in this moment.

Because he needs this as much as I do. To let go. To be here, just us, together.

And tomorrow? Tomorrow we start planning to murder a billionaire.

When my second finger enters him, his back arches off the bed, and I start pumping my fingers in at just the right angle to make him cry out. Keeping his hips firmly in place with my other hand when he tries to squirm.

He doesn't get to escape. Not now. Not ever.

I slide him into my throat, over and over again - as rough and fast as I can manage.

Who knew this would be one of my favorite things when we first started exploring each other? Not me, that's for fucking sure... but it is. The taste of him. The feel of him in my mouth.

I'm so hard it's fucking painful as I groan around him - enjoying myself thoroughly, and watching him melt into the bed as I have my fun.

"Blyat!" he grits, and I feel him go rigid just before he spills down my throat.

Fuck. Yes.

I swallow every drop without stopping my fingers. His curses quickly turn to whimpers as I massage his prostate, earning an anal orgasm from him next.

I still don't stop. He's soft in my mouth, but I keep sucking. He's twitching and begging for mercy, but I keep moving my fingers. I can tell it's sensory overload when I don't release him - clearly too much.

Good.

He will take everything I fucking give him until I decide I'm done.

By the time I reach for the lube on the side of the bed he's completely limp before me - a panting, sweating, glaze-eyed mess.

"We're just getting started, Lyubimyy," I mutter, my lips close to his ear as I push his knees forward to angle him just right.

And we are. I'm going to fuck him until he can't walk straight tomorrow, and he's going to take everything I give him until I'm good and fucking done.

Lining myself up, I bite down on his shoulder as I ease myself into him. I want to slam in with full force, but I make myself go slow - sliding into his tight heat inch by agonizing inch.

"Fuck, Ivan! Give it to me!" he rasps, leaving English behind.

He's grabbing my hips and trying to force me into him faster, desperate to be filled.

That only makes me want to make him wait. Grinning into his neck, I take my time - slowly inching in despite the way he begs for more. It's painfully slow, and I can feel his body tightening around me as if trying to suck me into him.

By the time I've pushed in to the hilt, his fingers are digging in so hard I know I'll have bruises on my hips tomorrow. I give him just a moment to adjust to the full size of me, moaning at the way the heat and pressure of his body make me feel.

"I'm going to fucking destroy you, Sasha," I growl.

Then I let go.

I pull out to the tip and slam into him earning the roars I want to hear from him. Fast and hard - I don't hold back, releasing everything I've pushed to the side.

I unleash because I know he can take it.

And he does. He takes everything I give him, and begs for more.

"Give it to me, Ivan!" he growls, leaning up and biting my neck - hard.

And that's all it takes.

With a roar I slam in once... twice... and I still as I fill him to the brim, light exploding in front of my eyes at the force of it.

I feel him tighten around me, milking me with his orgasm.

I stay just like that for a long moment, looking down at him. What would I do if someone took him the way they took Leo?

I'd burn the fucking world to the ground, that's what.

Just like I'm going to do for Leo.

After cleaning up and slumping back into the bed, I pull him into my arms and hold him firmly.

"We'll find him," he murmured sleepily, his face buried in my chest, "and we'll bring him home."

And then we'll make sure no one ever touches him again.

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