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The second Yulia began to view her child as competition rather than a mini-me dress-up doll, their precarious relationship went south. And Annika could recall only painful shadows of her father, slinking through her life with a wry smirk and always a critical word. She was never going to be good enough for them, never worthy of their attention. Not even for the duration of one family dinner.
Now, she was preparing for a different kind of dinner, one worth looking forward to. She beamed at Mikhail from across the cabin’s simple kitchen. He was standing over two simmering pots on the stove, peering down at the ingredients with an adorably serious expression. The eyes of a killer, glaring daggers into the boiling egg noodles.
“I have to say, you arenotthe kind of guy I’d picture as a home chef,” Annika remarked.
He glanced at her, brows furrowed. “A man has to eat, does he not?”
“I mean, yeah. But I would assume a rugged soldier type like you would live off beans from a can and, I don’t know, diner hamburgers or something,” she said.
“Cooking is a basic skill for any man,” he grunted. “If he can’t fend for himself in the kitchen, how can he handle a real mission?”
“Fair enough. I’m with you there,” Annika agreed, nodding.
“Grab that bottle of Chablis from the cabinet, won’t you?” Mikhail instructed.
She took down the bottle of wine and poured two hefty glasses, bringing one to him at the stove. Annika gently nudged his muscular bicep and he turned, smiling at her as he took the wine glass and raised it.
“A toast to your training,” he announced.
Annika grinned and lifted her glass, too, clinking it with his. “Cheers to the best self-defense teacher a girl could ask for. And maybe chef, too,” she added, standing on tiptoe to gaze into the pot with interest. Her stomach growled loudly enough for both of them to hear.
“Worked up an appetite?” Mikhail teased.
She blushed and sipped her wine, hiding behind the glass with a giggle. “You had me working hard out there.”
A flicker of white-hot lust passed through his blue eyes. “That’s only the beginning. There are so many things for you to learn,” he said.
Annika bit her lip. “I can’t wait for you to teach me.”
Mikhail’s jaw clenched and he moved closer, like he couldn’t help it. She could tell he wasn’t hungry for stroganoff, but something else. But he got hold of himself.
“This is finished,” he said. “Set the table, it’s time to eat.”
Annika excitedly buzzed away to set up a simple but romantic candlelit dinner for two at the rustic little cafe table by the window. Mikhail served them both plates of beef stroganoff. They sipped their wine, enjoyed the hearty meal, and listened to the humming of insects outside, mingled with the soft crooners on the old-fashioned radio.
The table and chairs were small, forcing the pair to sit very close together. Their legs were tangled, and Mikhail looked like an adult sitting in a child’s chair, he was so huge. But Annika loved it; she couldn’t get enough of being close to him. They had almost lost each other more than once, and both were determined never to let it happen again. Annika felt a surge of powerful affection as she watched him methodically clear his plate and sip wine. It was such a quiet, simple, domestic moment, but it was everything to her. She loved how they could go from harrowing adventures to calm nights like this. Sure, they were here for training, but they found time to savor each other’s company.
After dinner, they cleared away the table, cleaned up the kitchen, and washed the dishes side by side, bumping into one another and flirting all the while. Then they retreated to the small living room, getting comfortable on the sofa. Again, the seat was small enough that the pair had to almost sit on each other to fit. Luckily, Annika had no problem taking her rightful place on Mikhail’s lap.
As she lowered herself down, his large, calloused hands slid up the sides of her body, pulling her to him. She smiled down at him, feeling every nerve in her body light up with excitement at his touch. Her hair, still heavy and damp from their shared shower before dinner, slipped around her shoulders. Mikhail’s hands slid around to her back, smoothing along her bare skin, tracing just underneath the delicate hem of her loose tank top. He reached underneath, smoothing his hands along her shoulder blades and back down over her hips. Annika moaned and instinctively rocked her hips, always arching toward him for more.
Their lips collided in the softest of kisses at first. Annika straddled Mikhail and felt the bulge growing hard at his crotch. He rutted against her, and the friction of his soft gray sweatpants and her dainty waffle-knit shorts made her buzz all over. Her toes curled in the still air as she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed along her cheek to her ear, tickling her with his warm, soft breath. He nibbled his way down the side of her neck, turning her head with his hand to better reach her exposed, pale flesh. He leaned in to suck a tingling bruise under her skin. Annika felt herself grow slick, her pussy soaking through the delicate pajama shorts.
“I love it when you mark your territory like that,” she breathed in exhilaration.
Mikhail grazed his teeth along her neck, holding her face with one hand to show her who was in control. He kissed her on the lips while his hands wandered down her sides. This time, he slipped underneath the elastic waistband of her shorts and grabbed her ass with both hands. He pushed back her shorts to reveal her bare ass cheeks. He smacked her hard on the bottom and Annika whimpered with delight, shivering at the pleasurable sting. She tilted her head back and Mikhail took the opportunity to kiss down the front of her chest, nosing the dainty spaghetti straps off her shoulders in the process. The tank top dropped down and Annika’s breasts bounced free, her pink nipples stiffening in the cool air.
He dove in to kiss and suck at them, using his teeth to graze over the sensitive peaks. Each miniscule brush of his mouth against her breasts sent white-hot spirals of sensation straight down through her core. She felt it pulsing inside of her as she dripped with honey for him.
Mikhail was merciful this time. Or perhaps he simply couldn’t hold back anymore. He didn’t make her wait, didn’t make her beg. He deftly slipped her pajama shorts down and she kicked them off. She stood up and lifted her tank top off while Mikhail tugged down his sweatpants. Annika’s mouth watered at the sight of his glorious cock, stiff and ready for her with a shiny bead of pre come gleaming at the tip. Her pussy ached; she couldn’t wait anymore.
“Come back here,” Mikhail growled, leaning back like the powerful king he was.
“Yes, sir,” Annika purred.
She climbed on top of him again, his hands coming to land on her hips as she lowered herself down on his stiff member. She whimpered at the way he stretched her tight opening, and how she bloomed open for him, her pussy clenching around his hard length. He sheathed himself inside her completely with a groan of contentment. His fingers dug into her skin, his jaw clenched. Annika felt her own body shiver with anticipation. It wouldn’t be long.
She rode him slow and deep, rocking back and forth together in a perfect rhythm. Their eyes were locked, each lost in the heightening pleasure, building every second. Mikhail reached down between them to gently rub her mound while he thrust up into her. Annika’s whole body shivered at the added burst of stimulation. She clenched and spasmed around his cock with a gush of slick juices. She cried out and trembled, dropping limply onto Mikhail as he continued to pound her from beneath. He kissed her face, her hair, whispered Russian words she couldn’t understand. She couldn’t come down; the pleasure was endless. No sooner would she crest one wave than another appeared to seize her from inside. She came all over his cock, only making it easier to fuck her hard and fast.
