through three condoms by now—if we were using them at least. Not that I didn’t try to encourage it. “Wait,” Pd breathed nearly two hours ago before Ronan pushed inside of me. “Condom.” “You have an IUD.” “Condoms are for more than birth control.” “T’ve already been inside you bare. If I have something, you do too.” “That’s comforting.” He chuckled roughly. “I’m clean, kotyonok.” Then he filled me so perfectly my eyes rolled back, and my brain shut down. Now, I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders while he fucked me so hard I’d feel him next week. My moans trembled with every thrust, my nails digging into his thick thighs. He was less human and more like D’yavol when he fucked. He seemed to have a never-ending stamina and a criminal sort of purpose, as if he was taking something he shouldn’t but relishing every moment of it. He slowed his pace and rasped, “What are we on?” Releasing a tortured groan, I tossed my head on the mattress. “No... I can’t. Not again.” He pushed my legs off his shoulders, came down on top of me, and nipped my neck. “I think you can.” With a sigh, I turned my head to give him more access. “Don’t you have to go to work?” I felt his smile. “Right now, I’m getting paid to fuck you.” “Like a salary sort of situation?” He chuckled. “Da.” The sound of his laugh did such heavy things to my chest, I turned my head and caught his lips with mine. He groaned into my mouth and fucked me slowly. My fingers traveled down his back, infatuated with the feel of him. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough—no matter how much I touched him or how close he was. “What are we on, kotyonok?” he asked against my lips. “Four,” I answered reluctantly. He’d made me count every orgasm he gave me, and I knew I wouldn’t survive another. “I’m a virgin. I can’t handle any more.” “You’re no longer a virgin. I had the proof of that all over my cock.” Who said romance was dead?