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Two worlds so different, yet connected by tragedy, and by death. She thought about her parents and it had been quite some time since she thought so deeply about them. They had been innocent bystanders just working hard to raise their family when such evil, such hatred for someone else caused their deaths. Hell, the man who issued that hit, as Ivan called it, was very bad indeed, but he was also dead now. She glanced at Ivan. He was about six feet three, had wide muscular shoulders and arms, was fit and solid, and his body had many intricate tattoos, some from being a Marine, which she found very sexy, and others that represent his culture, his family, and his position in what could only be called the Russian mob.
Her chest tightened a bit, yet she wasn’t fearful of what was to come. Maybe because of how close she came to death? She rubbed along her hip, the tattoos covering it from a distance. Ivan couldn’t seem to stop touching it after every time they made love. It was like he felt to blame, or maybe wanted to take it away. Knowing who had caused the fire and explosion had shocked her, but also brought her the closure she never really had. Learning of the man’s death made her feel relief in a way. She didn’t know how she would have reacted if the man was still alive, and if Ivan or these other men she learned to like, had to engage in business with him.
She glanced at her cell phone. It was twelve. She should call her friends, maybe talk to Ivan about her heading home to change for work tonight. Then her phone buzzed.
“Are you okay?” Louisa. She smiled.
“All good. Will talk later. Thanks.”
“Who is that?” She jumped at the sound of Ivan’s voice. She looked at him, his eyes narrowed, his expression on guard as usual.
“Just Louisa asking if I’m okay.”
He nodded.
“Ivan, I should probably head home to rest a little and change for work. You’re busy as well.”
He stared at her, and then closed the space between them. He slid his arm around her waist, pressed his mouth to her neck. She closed her eyes and exhaled in relief. She loved when he hugged her, held her close and she could i
nhale his cologne, feel his muscles, his hardness against her body.
“I don’t know what we are going to do about this work situation.”
“What do you mean?” he suckled hard against her neck and then lifted up. He stared at her eyes, her lips and then lower to her chest, then back up to her eyes. “I don’t want you out of my sight.”
She chuckled and looked away. “Ivan.”
He gave her hips a shake and then cupped her cheeks. “I’m dead serious.” He said firmly.
She needed to calm him down. “I know you have more experience in relationships then I do…”
“No, I don’t.”
“I’ve seen the women throw themselves at you. I saw Cassandra and know you were intimate…”
“Sex to relieve the ache. Nothing more than that ever. Ever, Annabella.” He stared down into her eyes and she was a bit frightened by his words. Was he laying the groundwork to making this into sex only?
“I screwed to get relief and nothing more than that. Not often either because I don’t trust anyone. I don’t let my guard down, and I never, never brought a woman here to the penthouse to sleep in my bed. You understand me?” he asked. She caressed his forearms. He squinted and stared at her.
“It will be okay Ivan.” She whispered to him.
“What?” he snapped at her.
“We’re in this together. It’s new to both of us. That means we’ll screw up sometimes, and sometimes things will be perfect. We can take it slow. One day at a time. It will be okay.” She whispered. He started breathing through his nostrils. He wasn’t speaking, and she didn’t know what he was going to do.
He pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply, wildly making her moan into his mouth and grab at his body. It was insane the immediate need to make love, to have sex, to be that close to him. When he released her lips and slid his palm up under her skirt to her ass and squeezed she moaned against his chest.
“Get to the bedroom. Undress, and wait for me on the bed.” He ordered. She locked gazes with him as he released her. Just as she stepped back, Dante opened the door to the penthouse. “Do not disturb me unless it’s urgent.” He stated as she hurried down the hallway, not wanting to look back, to see Dante and to know that they would all know what her and Ivan were doing. He was a boss, the man in charge and it aroused her so much.
She got into the bedroom and began to get undressed. She was turned on by this. By his commands, buy the way he looked at her with such hunger and need in his eyes. It was erotic, sexy, and she didn’t care what he asked of her she would do it. She would submit to his directions, his needs and desires, and she would indulge in him as well. The door closed. She turned, standing there in the green bra and thong panties.
“Roman.” He said and shook his head as he got undressed.
She watched him place the gun onto the dresser and divest himself of his clothing. He turned to her, naked, fully aroused and her body ached for him.
“Ivan.”
He shook his head. “Arms by your side.” He said and she stood there, heart racing, anticipation arousing every feminine part of her. He stood closer, and she licked her lips taking in the sight of the muscles, the black intricate tattoos and symbols. He stroked her shoulder, causing the strap of the bra to fall. He looked at her, then went to the right side and let that strap fall.
