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His mouth crashes against mine, and I can’t think straight, knowing I’m making him want. I can’t believe that any of this was ever fake. Not when Andrei looks at me like that.
He lifts off me long enough for me to catch my breath. Andrei yanks open his pants as I scramble out of my panties. I tense up and moan when he strokes my folds, making them swell and ready. He moves his finger inside me before pulling out and pressing into me. I sigh as he fills me, and I float away.
Andrei moves slowly, then faster as I wrap my legs around his hips, driving myself against him so I can feel my body smash against him. The feeling is overwhelming, and I can’t help but cry out as his thrusts become more powerful and more intense with each deep moan.
He holds out until I come with a scream, and his climax is explosive, from a slow climb to a complete release. Breathless, Andrei moves off me, and we sit side by side in the car. I lean my head against his chest and feel it rise and fall. He takes my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine. It feels so innocent, sitting together in the back of a car. But in the silence, my doubts return as I wonder again what he has planned for me.
“Dinner later?” he says, kissing my hand.
“Yes,” I reply, weakly smiling and nodding my head.
I don’t want another expensive gift or a fancy meal.
I want truth—the hard ones.
But above all, I want his love.
Chapter 38
Paige
My heart beats hard whenever I pick apart the conversation I had with Dad.
I try to think hard about what Mom could’ve taken from the house. The memory is vague of her leaving with just a few suitcases, barely looking back as Emma howled in the kitchen doorway. I only cared that we weren’t going with her, that Dad was no longer speaking to Mom and wouldn’t tell me where she had gone or when she would be coming back.
I’m not going to watch that happen to my child. I won’t know what to say when she or he asks about their father. I will lie if I have to, and tell them their father is dead. It’s an awful thought, a horrible thing to think about, even as a terrible lie. I wipe my hand over my eyes to get rid of the image. I love Andrei too much to even think that.
“Would you care for a light lunch, Paige Geraldovna?” A member of the kitchen staff stands by the doorway in a long apron. I’m not hungry, but it’s the baby who decides when and what we eat.
“Some herbal teas, please.” I hate herbal teas. They stink like old socks. But I’m supposed to be resting today for the baby. And the ballroom is the perfect place to relax. A painting of the sky overhead, soft music playing on hidden speakers, and the perfect temperature inside on a hot day.
Andrei is somewhere with Dmitri, I think, and the house is too quiet. What’s wrong with me? I don’t like ducking behind furniture, screaming as bullets fly by. I sigh from boredom. Maybe it is a little dull until I hear sobbing coming down the hall. Emma rushes into the ballroom, her face red from crying.
My heart chokes my throat. My feelings for my father have changed drastically since I’ve learned his secret. But suddenly, I realize that I still love him. I want Dad to go back to the way he was. And we can blame the breakdown on his illness. But none of that will happen if he dies first. And Emma and I can’t go anywhere without finding his money first.
I stand up to hold her, and Emma flings herself into my arms, knocking us both down onto the couch. I hold her tight and hate seeing her cry. But a feeling comes over me as I touch her feverish face against my cheek. Emma still needs me, no matter what has happened between us. My sister came running to me, and she’ll always need me.
I brush her hair off her damp face. “Emma, darling, I know it’s hard, but we knew this would happen.”
“Knew it would happen?” The tears stop in a flash as she stares at me coldly. “YouknewViktor was going to dump me?”
I blink. I never thought it would happen without divine intervention. “Viktor dumped you?”
She hiccups loudly. “What did you think happened?”
“I thought you were crying because of Dad.”
Emma shakes her head and starts crying again louder. “No, Viktor’s broken off our …” she pauses for a moment as she searches for the right word. “Friendship.”
I purse my lips, knowing damn well it’s not a platonic friendship. “Maybe it’s for the best. You two are so different.”
Emma yanks herself off me and gives me a wicked look. I know that sounded insincere, but it’s hard to comfort her when I’m smiling inside. Viktor is dangerous, and maybe this will be the end of her target practice in the backyard.
I might not be able to save my child, but I can still save my sister.
Emma’s voice rises to an ear-splitting wail. “Your husband told him to dump me.”
I’m stunned to hear this. I knew Andrei would disapprove—why else were Emma and Viktor keeping their relationship a secret?
