“This one?”
“Yes. This one.”
Yuri nodded, already sweeping the rest of the things he’d let me pour over back into the dark black boxes.
“Excellent choice. I’ll mark it up in the ledger. Anything else you need to look at while you’re here?”
Max shook his head. “Not today thank you, Yuri. I’m fully equipped with all the firepower I need for the time being.”
“Right then. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll escort you back to the surface.”
I practically floated my way up to the street. I couldn’t stop looking down at the ring on my finger, and then at Maxim, knowing that he was my fiance. That he was going to be my husband, and come what may, I’d get to be with him forever.
CHAPTER 35
Elizabeth
I blinked and two weeks had gone by. Blinked again and it was nearly a month. Or that’s what it felt like, anyway.
Everything was perfect in a way my life hadn’t been for years. With Sutherland dead, I had freedom. It was worth the occasional nightmare, where I woke myself up convinced he was still going after me with the paper weight, or that he was wrestling Maxim’s gun off me, trying to turn it onto me.
Every single time I woke, Maxim was there, holding me close until my breathing eased, letting me cling to him. Whether it was tears, or shaking with fear, or shouting at him in anger, Maxim took it all without a word. He never made me talk about it, but I knew he understood and he’d listen when I wanted to. If I ever did. To me it seemed like there was nothing that couldn’t be solved with his kisses to soothe it all away.
I was so glad I hadn’t managed to carry out my plans alone. I’d never thought them all the way through, beyond getting ahold of a gun from Ben. I thought I was ready to tough out prison, but I never considered there would be a personal impact when it came to ending the man who’d ruined my life.
Maxim might have known better, but he never rubbed it in. His observation of me never stopped – as though he’d developed some almost supernatural way of reading me without me having to say a thing, from all that time watching me from across the street, and he pushed me when I needed it, reeled me back in when I went too far.
We were becoming a real team by the time the summer started warming up, and we fell into a kind of routine. I loved it.
Maxim would rattle off emails in the early morning, almost before the sun was up. He’d come back to bed and claim me, slow and lazy, while I was still waking up like that time in the hotel in Geneva, and then we’d shower together.
We’d spend an hour in the room we used as a gym, on the machines or using weights, or more often, with pads and gloves in another sparring session that more often than not would lead to Maxim ripping off my leggings and pounding me into the floor, or up against the wall so I had to cling onto him to hold myself up.
I couldn’t imagine going without sex with Maxim. It was such a huge part of my life with him. His body was all for me, his large, powerful frame always ready to pin me down and drive his gorgeous, huge cock into me. It thrilled me that every time I wanted him, he was throbbing and ready, hard as glass. I was addicted to him, and he was addicted to me and there wasn’t a minute that went by that I wasn’t thinking about him taking me all over again, or the way he touched me, or kissed me, or did such clever, clever things with his hands and his mouth and his tongue.
I didn’t think it could go on forever, but it showed no signs of stopping and when it came to him, my libido was super powered. I loved his cock inside me. It had to be made to fit me. I got such pleasure from him sliding in slow. And even more when he thrust in hard, hilt deep, making me cry out with the force of the sparks shooting through me.
I was never going to get enough of him and I couldn’t imagine ever letting another man take his place. I knew I was wrecked and ruined. I had to have him forever, so that we could live like this always. I know he wanted that too.
We’d go out after breakfast and work the day on surveillance or reconnaissance or just gathering intel to send back to Valentin. Sometimes Maxim would have to make an approach and he’d leave me wherever we’d set up our lookout station, watching him through military grade binos.