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When he passed by the bed on his way to the walk-in closet, I held out my hand to him. He neared the edge of the bed where I sat on my knees.
He cocked a brow when I pulled him close by the edge of his towel. There was already a bulge underneath the cloth, enticing me to continue my exploration.
I pulled away his towel, dug my hands into his ass cheeks, and pulled him even closer. His hand landed on my head, petting me. I loved the comfort it gave me. But I loved it more when he groaned the moment my lips touched his dick.
Not only did I love his taste on my tongue, but I figured it couldn’t hurt my case when he learned about his unwanted guest.
Manipulative? Perhaps.
Did I enjoy it any less? Hell no.
After all, I’d learned how to plot and scheme from the best.
14.
KRISTOFF
Katya was suspiciously quiet during breakfast. I knew something was up when she left the last croissant for me. My woman loved to share her heart, her thoughts, and her love, but not her buttered French pastries.
Her phone pinged and she threw me an anxious look. Was I imagining it, or did she look a little pale?
I threw my napkin down and leaned back in my chair.
“Spill,” I grated, done being patient. Was it about what I’d told her? Did my plans scare her after all? Maybe she couldn’t stomach the thought of what I was about to do to the Ryans. Perhaps she was rethinking giving our marriage a chance. My stomach tightened. It didn’t matter. No way in hell was I letting her go.
She looked up at me, shoulders squared. I’d been wrong. My Katya didn’t seem frightened or conflicted in the slightest. If anything, she seemed determined, like a sleek panther, the queen of the jungle.
“We have a visitor coming,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.
I figured I knew where this was going. “Are you throwing another party to punish me? Since we’re putting all our cards on the table, let me be perfectly clear. If any guy, hired stripper or not, so much as touches you with his greasy hands, I’ll cut both of them off.”
She rolled her eyes as if my threat wasn’t a serious one.
“You can keep your caveman paws to yourself. It’s nothing like that.”
I relaxed back into my chair and grabbed my coffee. Guess I really had been wrong after all. That glint in her eyes hadn’t been one of scheming my demise in some retorted payback way.
“Good.”
She took a sip of her tea. “It’s your sister. She’s going to stay with us for a while.”
The coffee in my mouth tasted like tar as I swallowed. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
Our eyes locked. My gut told me she wasn’t joking, nor was she going to back down from this. I had no idea when Katya had become friendly with Evie, let alone why the fuck Evie would be coming to my house.
Gunfire erupted inside my head, empty shells crashing into my skull like tiny explosions. I imagined pulling Katya across the tabletop and onto my lap. Then, right there on the damn dinner table, I would spank her bare ass so hard that it turned red. As red as blood, because the thought of any Ryan being in my space made me want to spill rivers of it.
I took a deep breath. Then another one. Good. I was finally calm. Able to have a normal conversation with my lovely, little, scheming wife.
“What the hell, Ekaterina?” I roared. Apparently, my voice hadn’t gotten the memo that I was calm.
She raised her chin, refusing to cower. “Your sister’s going to be staying with us for a while.”
“Don’t call her that. She is not my damn sister.”
“Did you know they were drugging her even though she didn’t need any medication? She was being abused at that place.”
