Mag-log inElena was sleeping so soundly, and I couldn't bring myself to wake her up. Instead I kicked off my shoes and stripped down until I was only in my undershirt and pants.Since she cuddled up on my usual side of the bed, I slid under the cover behind her and wrapped up my arms around her waist. Elena stirred in her sleep as I pulled her against my chest. I shushed her and ran my hand over her side until she settled again. A soft sigh left her, and her body melted against me.It was enough to just hold her like this. To feel her softness against my body and inhale her sweet perfume, richer and sweeter tonight, stirring something under my skin. I never cared to cuddle before Elena came into my life, not really. But I longed to touch her any chance I got.Feeling her now in my arms made the pain of my daily life fade away. The stress, the violence, the weight of my responsibilities, none of it mattered when she was with me, against me. I could feel her perfect skin and delight in the curve
ELENA’S POVGasping in a deep breath of cold air, I tried to untangle the turmoil burning inside of me. Those emotions I locked away for the interaction were trying to claw their way out.How dare Luke talk to me like that. As if he isn't the man who preys on the ballerinas and introduces them to Dax. I was nothing more than a dancer not until when he overheard me talking about money concerns after Grandpa falling sick.He was a brilliant choreography but he was a terrible asshole. I knew he profited from the contracts with Viktor, but he didn't suffer like the dancers he coerced into the contracts did. Luke's inappropriate comments to me didn't start until after I took my first contract. His eyes had always wandered more than they should have during practice, and it seemed like he thought had a chance to have a one night with me.I don't think Luke could fathom that my standards weren't suddenly in the gutter because I was desperate to help my grandpa. If he wasn't paying for my time
ELENA'S POV.One week back in the studio, and I was already exhausted. Even with the exercises the doctor approved, it felt like I had a long way to go before I was fully recovered. Of course that didn't stop me from pushing myself beyond my limit. I didn't spend years of grueling and excruciating practices to get where I was and lose it all now.It upset me to think that a woman I didn't even know had hated me so much that she pushed me down a flight of marble stairs. The incident set me back and now since I was back in the studio, I had these memories where resentment niggled it's way into my heart.I should have been here these past few weeks. On the weekends, I should have been on the stage performing. This is who I was and what I was meant to do.One woman and her jealousy could have taken it all away. I needed to trust Andrey that she was gone, and I wouldn't have to worry about her retaliation again, but it was scary to think that I would have lost my career that night. A few w
ANDREY VOLKOV’S POVThe constant clicking of my pen was the only sound echoing through my office. I stared at the thick, charcoal-grey clouds drifting low in the sky, feeling the familiar pull in my chest, the primal urge that always surfaced when my thoughts were tangled. I squeezed the pen in my hand so hard that the plastic snapped.I dropped the broken pen onto the polished mahogany desk and leaned my head back in the chair. A low, frustrated groan escaped my throat as I rubbed my face, trying in vain to push away the thoughts of Elena, her presence clawing through my mind like a persistent scent only I could sense.No woman had ever managed to sink her claws so deep into my consciousness without even trying. It was effortless. One encounter, one glance, and she left her mark, a trace of warmth and life I could not ignore.Elena Martinez. Gentle, curious, and unshakably passionate, yet beneath that light burned a subtle, fragile sorrow I sensed immediately. In moments where she le
"Mmh," it was hard to speak while my body was singing and our lips were searching for each other in the darkness.His hand fell on my hip, holding me still as he pushed his cock against me."Speak up, baby, tell me what you want," Volkov's hand moved to my ass. He groped my flesh and pulled so hard that I felt my pussy spread and my arousal peaked from my folds onto my thighs."I want you, Volkov," I took the lead. I slipped my hand between our bodies and pushed the front of his boxers down. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered, running my finger over the tip of his cock."Gladly," He growled, a low rumble that vibrated deep in his chest as usual. Then suddenly, his grasp on my hip flipped me over. With my back now pressed into his chest, I felt his dick pulsing against the curve of my ass. His arm that had been cradling my head now wrapped up around my chest, one hand cupping my breast.Andrey shoved one of his knees between my legs and spread them apart. His free hand went to his sh
"Well since it's just the two of us here with nothing to do. I suppose I could do the right thing and help you get back to sleep," Volkov’s hand around my waist wandered until I felt his palm on my hip. Then his fingers delicately skimmed over the curve of my hip and down my thigh under the blanket."Help me get back to sleep?", I asked out of breath, just from a few simple touches."Yes, baby. Come here, take a deep breath and relax," One of his hands slipped under my head, cradling me against his chest. The other hand continued trailing over my bare thigh.It was dark, but I could feel how close his face was. His breath fanned my cheek, and I turned my head to admire the outline of his face in the pitch-black room. With his roaming hand, my legs spread in accommodation of what was coming. I didn’t need him to tell me because I could read it in his body language and hear it in his tone.Under a heavy blanket and pressed against his warm skin, my body trembled like there was ice in my







