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pushed inside of her, groaning as her muscles clenched around him. She woke up gasping.
    “Xan!”
    Ugh. That voice, like nails on a chalkboard. He nearly lost his hard on.
    “Shhh, fată…don’t talk.” His fingertips dug into her thigh and he pumped harder, needing the release but also needing to get this over with as quickly as possible. Just before he finished, he pulled out of her and emptied himself on her backside. It was possible he'd just set a world record for the fastest fuck ever.
    Nadya Popa sat up straight, her brown eyes flashing with anger. “What about me? Don’t I get to finish?”
    He was already rolling out of bed, pulling his jeans on. Grabbing a dirty t-shirt, he threw it at her. “Here fată, clean yourself up. I gotta take a shit."
    He tied his waist-length dreads up in a knot and pulled a hooded sweatshirt on. As he stepped into his work boots, he turned and looked at her. Her heart shaped face was pretty enough. Her slanted amber eyes w ere probably her best feature, but her tits were too small and her ass was nonexistent. Not that it mattered what she looked like; she had a warm, wet hole to sink inside of, which was infinitely preferable to his own hand.
    Still…if he wanted to keep her around, he should probably let her come once in awhile. He could consider it his good deed for the week. Month. Whatever.
    Climbing back in bed with her, he pulled her into his arms, palmed a breast with one hand and her sex with the other and quickly worked her into a moaning, writhing mass of flesh. When she stiffened, whimpering through her orgasm, he let himself pretend there was an entirely different woman in his arms. That the body on top of him was curvier, the breast he was holding, larger and softer. That the hair draped over his chest was much darker, thicker, and longer.
    He found himself hard again and back inside Nadya, still thinking about her . The only problem, Nadya was a far more passive fuck than her . He had never expected the sweet, sexy little Gaje to be the sex goddess she had been. She had torn him up during sex, bitten and clawed at him, and as far as noise making went, she didn't whimper, she downright screamed. And he'd loved it. So much so that even after a night of sex and a morning release, he'd hunt her down in the middle of the day just to be inside of her again, not able to wait until nightfall. Nope, he had not been able to keep his hands off her. Leave it to him to stupidly fall in love with a woman who was destined to be with another man.
    And speaking of said man…frate wasn't even a man anymore, but an animal. She had chosen an animal over him. How’s that for knocking a man’s ego down a couple of notches?
    He pulled up his pants, feeling like shit for a guy who'd just came twice in a half an hour.
    "See you later?" Nails-on-chalkboard asked.
    "As long as you're naked," he said on his way out. The door slammed closed behind him.
    "Asshole!"
    "You're the one who keeps coming back," he muttered.
    When he was done in the outhouse, he headed to the food tent to grab something to soak up the alcohol in his empty, churning stomach so he could get right back to drinking. Lyuba Siwak filled his plate with some kind of casserole and he took the only empty seat he could find. Smack dab in the middl e of Nicu and Nico Čonka and straight across from Marko Siwak. The atmosphere at the picnic table went from cool to downright frigid.
    Marko and he had been tight until he had started fucking the frate's fiancé. But Nadya had come to him, not the other way around. Fata hadn't been the same since she'd lost half her family. Instead of being the flighty, happy-go-lucky woman she had been, she was bitter and angry and taking it out on his cock. It was a good thing too; otherwise, he would be nine inches deep between Fifi Horváth’s sweet thighs and fata didn't deserve to be used that way.
    At the age of thirteen Fifi's brother, Gunari, died in a motorcycle accident. Fifi had taken