Page 77 of Trapping His Queen


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The seasons were changing, and so was my littlemalishka’sbody. Every time she walked into a room she captured my attention. My heart skipped a beat when she gazed at me for too long. My palms grew wet with sweat when she wasn’t in my line of sight. I felt uncomfortable if anyone was around her other than Roman. Without her in my arms, I couldn't sleep. I didn’t want to be too far away from her.

It was a real problem. If anyone found out about her right now, she’d be in even more danger than she already was. Attachments were liabilities.

Sloane entered my office as she did every day around this time, snagging my attention. Her expanding hips drew my gaze, and I flickered my eyes upward, enamored by the swell of her new breasts. Gone was the gaunt, haunted woman I’d taken. In her place stood a happy, well-fed, well-bred female.

I wanted to rip her maxi dress down and suckle on her tits. Soon they would fill with milk, and I wouldn’t be able to help myself from suckling on them.

Sloane sat on the couch with her snack, but she wasn’t actually eating it. Instead, she stared at her plate, lost in thought.

I pulled up a chair beside her and reached down to grab ahold of her ankle. She squealed and tried to kick out, but I held fast.

“Alexie! What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Giving my woman some attention,” I rumbled. I took off her shoe and tossed it to the side. I watched her face as I massaged her foot.

“Oh, that feels good,” she gushed.

I nudged her plate. “Eat, baby.”

Her eyes lit up from the endearment and she grabbed an apple off the plate, popping it in her mouth. Of course, my gaze stuck on her lips as she chewed. I kinda wish she would drop to the floor and suck my cock, but I also wanted to spoil her with some attention.

I pressed deeper in her insole, and she moaned around her snack. Fuck, this woman turned me on like no other. I could feel my pants growing uncomfortably tight.

“Keep making those noises, and I’ll give you something else to moan about,” I promised.

Her eyes lit up, and she deliberately popped another apple in her mouth before letting out a long, drawn-out moan. Before I could drop her foot and stand up so she could replace the food in her mouth with my cock, Sloane let out a yawn. It’s then that I noticed the dark circles under her eyes. Was she not sleeping well?

Resigned, I nod to her plate and resume my foot massage. She could use more food in her belly. As she ate, I ran my hand up and down her legs, massaging them as well. She sighed, but it was more of a sleepy one than one of seduction.

I kept at my ministrations until the apples were all gone. Then I stood and leaned down to give her a small kiss on the lips. She sighed into it, and I swore it was as if our hearts were beating to the same rhythm. I lifted her in my arms and carried her over to the recliner. Work could wait. There was something more pressing I needed to attend to.

“Put me down.” Sloane protested weakly.

I ignored her. She loved when I would make her feel small in my arms by carrying her. If I could tote her around all day, I would.

I sank down into the recliner and pulled the lever popping up the footrest. With Sloane snugly in my lap, I massaged her shoulders. She wiggled around trying to get comfortable, while I told my cock to settle down. This wasn’t about sex. No, this moment right here was about feeling close to her.

I wanted more and that was a scary thought. I’d never wanted more with a woman. Especially not one I had planned to use and discard like so many of the rest. Sure, Sloane was supposed to be in my life just a little bit longer, but that was changing. Day by day. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. She was growing on me. I wanted more of her sweet smiles. More of her obedience. More…everything.

“Can you teach me some sayings in Russian?” Sloane’s husky voice emerged as she was on the precipice of sleep.

I stilled my massage. She wanted to know how to speak my language? My chest grew tight with an emotion I couldn’t describe.

Instead of answering her, I whispered, “Malishka,it would bring me great pleasure to teach you all that I know. But why the sudden interest?” I guess I couldn’t help but be skeptical.

She sighed and leaned back against me. “I thought about this for a long time. Eventually, you’ll want to go back to Russia, right? Well, where would that leave me and the baby? There’s no way you would leave your child behind. That only leaves me.”

I wrapped my arms around her cradling her belly. “I would want you to come to my country with me.” I couldn’t help growling in her ear.

“Sir?” Roman walked into the library and stumbled a bit at the scene before him. He blushed but didn’t immediately turn around to leave. I sighed. It was business then.

“What could be so important that you’re interrupting us?”

He shifted on his feet. “Local chatter says…” He stopped and looked at Sloane. He then shifted into Russian. While not perfect, it was good enough that I understood.

The Devils know someone is fucking with them, and their president no longer believes it’s the Irish alone.

“Why would he think differently?” I asked in English.

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