LOGIN[ANASTASIA]Ever since I returned from the safe house, I knew I wasn’t about to sit still and look pretty.Not when Ivan was still fighting for his life.Not when the place we once called home no longer felt like home.Not without Ivan.I spent days after my return thinking about the same thing, ove
“Now?” I nod. “More than ever.”This new information gives way to a new expression on his face. Instead of looking super annoyed, he looks curious, suspicious—even careful, if that furrowed brow reveals anything.Good. He should be.Because the thing about moles? They’re not just rats in fancy coats
*One Week Later*[DIMITRI]“The shipments will be at the docks tonight, but you still haven’t decided who we’re sending?” Igor taunted, as he stood by the bar, holding an empty tumbler—something he’s been doing ever since he walked into my office—well, Ivan’s office, but that’s irrelevant. One would
After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy
[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimit
The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing l
“Ah,” I cry out when he drops his face in the crook of my neck and sucks, probably leaving a red angry mark on my skin. Not that I mind. Right now, I want him to do that to every inch of my body. “More,” I tell him, pressing myself more into him and loving every second of it. “Give me more.” Ivan
[ANASTASIA] It all boils down to the fact that I can’t deny that this man—this man that I call my husband, the father of my kids—still has a piece of my broken heart. No matter how little or more, he still holds some power over me and that can’t be turned a blind eye to. He can twist it as he plea
Other than giving me two lovely kids, of course. The kids I miss so much every cell in my body hurts. What I would give to have them in my arms right about now... I bite my lip and run a hand through my hair, hoping someone will step into the elevator and break the awkwardness. But when no one does
My vision blurs slightly, and the room seems to spin, but I manage to hold my ground. Not making a fool out of myself by planting my face on the glistening floor of the bar like I assumed for the microsecond there. After a ton of trial and error and stumbling on my heels at least a dozen times, I s







