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CHRISTIAN VICIOUS‘ VOLKOV. 

Talking about the weather after she called me a big baby would have had me snapping her neck in two faster than she could stitch me up. 

Telling each other jokes was like pretending I gave a shit about the Arctic wolves in Alaska. 

The amount of blood I was losing was messing up with everything. My brain, my sight, my strength. 

The only thing that was keeping me sane for every five seconds was her voice, her scent, her 

sunshine blonde hair up too close to my face. 

So I asked what I wanted since I saw her. 

A piece of that ass. 

And Rhett? 

Yeah the scumbag didn’t deserve this woman in 

the least bit. Not that I deserve her either but there’s no denying there’s something to her that penetrates through my skin. 

She smells like lavender. She smells like what a woman sent to destroy you would smell like. 

All things good, all things seductive and definitely all things that would stray even the mightiest 

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those tipe swell means 

I want to fuck her and be done with das 

There, all done. That should stop the bleeding 

from their thrones. 

“Just one more, okay? You are doing fine.” 

She assures, 

A look of pity and pride lights her face. 

My sanity might be already in the gutter but my ticking brain, the one that calculates and expects things to happen in a certain way is so off its mark. I think I might have lost too much blood to think right. 

My hand just found what nirvana feels like. 

And it feels like soft, creamy skin, lacy panties and 

enticing heat. 

Her ass, her thighs, the smell of her arousal isn’t the only thing distracting me in this room. 

I want to haul her over the counter and rub that goodness between her legs all over my mouth. 

I want to turn her over and take her from all the positions her little body can endure. 

I want to kiss her and smudge that red lipstick off of her till she understands what being kissed till those lips swell means. 

More than that? 

I want to fuck her and be done with this 

obsession I have with my nurse. 

“There, all done. That should stop the bleeding 

until we can get a way out of here. Vicious? I think it’s time to let go now.” 

Half aware, half thinking. I pull my hand away from her dress and her sceny fades away from me before I can assess whether she’s done with the 

job or not. 

“You should take the antibiotics for the pain but make sure they aren’t expired.” 

Then she glances at me for a minute before she disappears to the living room. 

It takes about five minutes for common sense to 

knock into my brain and remind me that every minute spent with this woman risks the chances of me damning myself to hell and thinking with my dick. 

I can’t touch her again. 

If her ass felt that good, her lips, both lips, might be strappingly better. 

I can’t let her touch me either because she’s the forbidden fruit. Rhett’s ex, who also happens to have his baby. 

Let’s not forget the minor detail that I’m using her as bait for Rhett. 

Or the fact that she’s a civilian who knows. 

nothing about the type of work I do. The type of work that contradicts what she does. 

She saves lives 

1 enjoy taking lives 

She’s with me 24/7 because I need her ex. I’ll have no use for her once I have Rhett Kingston. 

I’ll have no use for the child either. 

The child who is with Jagger and damn we have to get out of here as soon as we can. 

She’s changed into a shirt that barely reaches her thighs coupled with ankle–length mismatched 

socks. 

Surprised to even say it but this woman could 

wear a scarf on her head and she would still look 

gorgeous. 

“There’s one gun under the armchair. The other one is strapped to the edge of the first cupboard in the kitchen. In case you fail to reach that, 

there’s a rifle under the bed.” 

“I don’t. I don’t know how to use a gun-.” Her voice quivers. 

I take the Glock in my hand and place it on her hand. 

“Remove safety, aim, fire.” 

“No, you don’t understand. I am not waiting here for men to come and find me when I barely know 

how to aim straight or use a freaking gun! I’m coming with you.” 

“I have to get a signal to contact Maximo. Your foot is injured, you coming with me risks us both ending up dead.” 

“What if you end up dead? What do I do then?” 

“You will not.” 

“Take me with you. Just don’t leave me alone.” 

“You’ll be fine. Stay put, wait for me, do not open the door for anyone. You hear me? No one goes. in through that door except me. I know the code. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

to get inside meaning I won’t knock on the door 

or ask you to open it for me. 

Now, tell me where the guns are Little Nurse.” 

“Christian, please- ” 

The first time she said my name. I am tempted to 

kiss her. 

I’m also tempted to go back to the kitchen with her frame between my thighs and my hand. 

caressing her sweet ass. 

“Alexia“, I warn. 

“Under the armchair, strapped to the first cupboard in the kitchen and under the bed.” 

“Good girl. Do not open this door no matter 

what.”