Ecstasy (2)

Montana's POV

The second time we met which was three nights later, the game had already changed. Viktor sent a single encrypted message with an address and a time, giving me no explanation. I told myself I was going only for the mission — to push deeper and to gather more intel but the truth was that I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had filled me, the way his voice had rasped against my ear, the way my body had betrayed me so completely.

I arrived at the abandoned rooftop penthouse after midnight, the city glittering far below like scattered diamonds and the moment the heavy...