She moves to the next document without waiting, like it’s the normal state of affairs to move from one person’s escape to the next.
“So does…does Polina ever see her mother?” She doesn’t meet my eyes when she asks, but I note the way her voice wobbles and she swallows hard, as if nervous.
“Yeah, Ekaterina Romanova owns a place in Moscow, though their family is firmly established in The States, too.” I pause. It isn’t justhermother. She’stheirmother.
“Oh.” She continues to arrange paperwork without saying much else. But I know this bothers her.
“Do you want to meet her?”
She looks up at me, her eyes wide in surprise. “Me? Meet her?” Her cheeks flush pink.
“Well, she’s your mother. I think it’d be natural for you to want to meet her.”
She blinks, her eyes wide, and swallows hard again. “Right. Yeah, I—well it makes me nervous, you know? But I—yes.” She lifts her chin up. “Yes, of course I want to meet her.”
Standing, she walks across from me, sashaying her sexy hips from side to side. I can’t help it. I land my hand across her ass, the noise going off like a gunshot.
“Hey!” but the flush in her cheeks speaks more than her objection.
My phone rings with a call from Rafail. “Gonna fill him here on what we found, okay?”
Nodding, she bites her lip. “Please do.”
“And I’ll see what I can do about you meeting your mother.”
It’s funny how she can face the most dangerous mobsters in Europe, yet blanch at the thought of meeting her own mother. I lean in and give her hand a squeeze. “I promise,” I tell her, my voice low and warm. “You’ll like her.”
She blows out a shaky breath. “It’s notmelikingherthat I’m worried about.”
Chapter Nineteen
Anissa
I sleepin his bed that night.
And the next.
And the next.
Matvei’s hunger for me is endless, a craving that seems to border on madness. He doesn’t ask but takes, rolling over in the dead of night, his body heavy on mine, possessive, claiming. A hand on my hip, a rough, sleep-sexy murmur, and then he’s inside me, stretching me open, filling me like I was made for this.
I am.
I mold around him, slick and ready at a moment’s notice, like a fucking law of nature.
I love it. The way he touches me when the world is silent… when it’s justus.The way his cock slides in me, thick, deep, owning me. The way we move together.
He's insatiable, and I amnotcomplaining.
He’s mentioned a baby, and if that is his plan, he wins a gold medal for effort.
We fuck in the shower, in bed, cowgirl style, missionary. I sit on his face. He goes down on me until I'm so wet, then glides into me with perfection. We fuck in every room in his house—the guest rooms, every shower, the dining room table, the kitchen.
He fucks me like I'm his full-time job, and the man is looking for overtime.
I've never been with anyone who could meet my needs the way he does. He takes immense pleasure in watching me come. I didn’t know giving a woman an orgasm could be a kink, but it is for him. The way his eyes light up when I moan, the way he groans every time I come, the way he won’t come when he’s inside me untilIdo.
We’re messy and loud and unabashed in our lovemaking, and every single time, I swear I let a little bit of my guard down.
