“Pleased with yourself?”I turned around so quicky in the shower, startled by his voice.“Roman!”He was leaning against the doorway in the bathroom looking handsome, watching me take a bath. “I like it better when you call me Rome.” He wore only an unbuttoned dress shirt and his black slacks from the meeting.“What are you doing? You said you had an afternoon of meetings.” merely an hour had gone by.He gave a laugh. “I’m in town to be courted. I need none of them. When I heard your new treadmill stop, I simply called the meeting to an immediate end and rescheduled.” He began unbuttoning his shirt. How could he make that act menacing? “You disobeyed me, Ana.”Even as my heart tripped, I squared my shoulders. “When bored, this girl does what she likes.”He bared his muscular chest. I wanted to sink my nails into his muscular chest. Running on the treadmill had made me as horny as ever.“You’ve ensured that my enemies—and my brothers—will find out that I’ve finally taken on a woman.”
His cock pulsed against his leg just before he slapped the other side of my ass. The sound echoed off the tile.“Look at your ass moving with my strikes.” Again, he massaged me, generating that fervent heat. “For days, this ass has begged to be hit.” A harder slap. More massaging. “I can see how wet you’re getting. You were made for this.”I was beginning to think he was right. That bloom of heat spread from my ass to my thighs and pussy, to low in my belly.With his next slap, I turned my head and moaned against my arm. He massaged me so perfectly.“If you make me jealous, Ana, you play a dangerous game.” Slap. He was breathing more heavily. “When those men looked at you in that thong, I had the impulse to tear off that thong with my teeth and fuck you in front of all of them—so they’d know who makes you scream.”His jealousy hit me like a train. I shivered.“I am fucking you. No one else. I alone own your body.” Slap.I should be outraged by what he was saying; I could listen to
Roman was setting me up for a crash landing. And I hated it.As I changed into my new running gear, I recalled awaking up this morning—held by his warmth, his arms like a shield around me.Before him, I’d been cold and alone and wary. It’d be all the worse because I’d tasted a different life. I’d tasted the wickedest pleasures.His shower play and the second addition to the spankings had left my bottom sore today—but the constant reminder of what he’d done to me turned me on everytime I remembered it.A brilliant, gorgeous, billionaire, mafia, sex god shouldn’t amuse himself by playing with a woman’s feelings. Maybe I’d made an error deciding on this retreat. He would let me go very soon —possibly this month I was sure.Because he has to go back to Russia. If the boundary between our bodies had fallen, somehow I had to maintain the one around my heart until then.I then marched to my treadmill, intending to make a racket. He slept on, arm stretched out, again as if he reached for m
Heart in my throat, I followed him.He was at his closet selecting what to wear.He glanced down from the closet with a dark look. “ your are going.” He said as he turned to me. “Rome, let’s be reasonable. Of course I can’t go to the wedding.” Did he expect me to wait in the hotel room while he went to the ceremony and Reception?“You can, and you will.” He took out his perfume, dousing himself in the scent. “Now that my Ana’s out of the bag, there’s no reason for you not to be my date, after you showed everyone in the mafia world yourself, mafia men gossip like old women.”Date? Excitement filled me. Then reality struck in. “It’s not just a wedding. It’s a bravta wedding. If anyone found out what I am”—an escort—“they’d consider it beneath you.”And how would I behave at a wedding—when the last one I’d been to was for high society I don't know how a mafia wedding was.He pulled out two wristwatches choosing which one to wear, setting the other one aside diligently. “What you are? Y
“I didn’t agree to this!”“Have I made a wrong choice with you yet?” He undressed himself in record time, As he moved to the top of the bed, his huge shaft l, catching my gaze and making me want.I bit my lip.“You’ll enjoy it.” He flashed white teeth. “Eventually.”Shivers ran through my body.He leaned down to kiss my forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room, returning with a small bag and a plug-in electrical vibrator. I’d never seen one this big before. He'd told me the vibrations were so intense they could make your teeth chatter.Forced orgasms. With a vibrator. I squirmed. “You just had one of those lying around, the penthouse huh?”“When I ordered the beads, I got carried away, buying all kinds of things for you. The beads distracted me for days, but I see now that I need to break out more pleasure tools.”“Let's talk about this, Rome.”“You can stop me at any time. All you have to do is agree to go to the wedding in Russia with me. As simple as that.”“You devil!
He looked entranced , delighted. “You’re about to come for me in your bonds and your clamps. It’s good, isn’t it?”The intensity was too much. . . “Yes!” My head shook my head from side to side, sweat making it stick to my skin.“I am giving you pleasure. You’re about to scream—for me. Never forget that.”Intensifying The asshole tugged at the chain connecting both nipple clampsI shattered. I arched my back so deep. “Rome!” Deep and wet and consuming, my orgasm made my back bow. My bonds snapped tight as my tits shook and my chain rattled.I dimly heard some of his hoarse words: beautiful………Goddess…..slave to pleasure Once I’d gained focus, I bit out, “I will kill you for this when I get free!” Had he really said slave?Breathing heavy, he said, “Not quite what I’d hoped to hear.” He reached for the vibrator, increasing the vibration.“No! P-please give me a minute.” I came down from that first orgasm, only to be thrown toward one even more powerful. Sweat now slicked my skin, da
Before I gathered my thoughts enough to curse him, he increased the intensity of the vibrator. Then he leaned down and blew air on my nipples. I screamed and my eyes rolled back in my head as I came and came and came for him. This was one of the longest orgasm since the beginning of this toture. When I could focus my eyesight again, I saw him above me. His neck and chest muscles flexed, his skin shining with sweat. He spread his knees and began to jack off his cock. “You like to watch me, don’t you?” This vision of him only increased my torment. “Can’t, no more, please Rome.” “Be a good girl, and tell me what I want to hear.” He reach for the vibrator again. “Don’t make me do this, baby.” “N-no, por favor!” “Then tell me! Why are you so bloody determined?” “Rome, please?” “Woman, you will tell me why!” “Because!” “Because, Damn it, answer me!” “When this ends, I want to be left in one piece!” There. I’d said it. “You want your heart in one piece?
His eyes grew lively. “What are you and the Russian going to do?”“Spend the afternoon by the pool, grilling out on the deck. Later, he’ll take me running on the beach. I’m making margaritas and some lemon drops, if he's nice we'll do more than that”Roman swept me into his arms and walked to the bedroom. “Fine. You’re excused from shopping.” He reached around and spanked my ass while I yelped. “I won’t buy you another fucking thing—it’s so damned unpleasant.”I shuddered in his arms. “What are you going to do to me?”“All this talk about food and margaritas has my mouth watering for my favorite treat. . . .”A couple of hours later, I’d been grinning, stretching on the bed when he threw something to me as a wrapped present.“What is it?” I tore into it. I swallowed.He’d gotten me.A scarf and some mittens and a cute headwarmer.Russia is a cold country and I'm going to Russia.••••••••••••••“I can’t believe I’m going to Russia!” I said when Roman’s jet was forty thousand feet
Chapter 141 The car pulls up at the press conference in Miami, and I practically jump from the car. I came straight here. I wanted to tell Roman the good news myself. I walk into the packed hall and stand at the back of the crowd. Roman is on stage, standing at a small podium and delivering a speech. “As you can see…” He glances up and sees me standing at the back. A frown crosses his brow, and I smile as I go up onto my toes with excitement. He regains his focus and goes back to his speech. I tap my toes, waiting for him to finish. Come on. Hurry up. I’m bursting at the seams to tell him the good news. He didn’t do it. He never went there, he never slept with her the happiness beams out of me. I feel so good being the person who found out the truth. Eventually, he says the words I’ve been waiting to hear. “Thank you all for coming today. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship. Education is key for our future.” Everyone claps, and I smile proudly.
Chapter 140A man walks down the hall and out of sight. Two women walk out of a room and get into the elevator.The elevator opens, and we see a Dimitri struggling with someone. He puts his arm around Rome to help him.“Roman,” I gasp out loudHe’s so out of it, highly intoxicated, drunk and unable to walk alone.Then Dimitri walks into his room with him, and then he walks back out alone after another minute.“So, that part of the story is true,” I whisper.Callie smiles and taps my leg. “Told you.”Estella speeds up the footage and we all sit and watch. She goes forward one hour… then two, and then three.“This has to be, like, midnight by now.” I frown waiting for the exact moment.Estella points to faint numbers at the bottom of the screen. “That’s the time there. It’s 11:21 p.m almost a new day, do you see?”“Yes, okay.”A man walks down the corridor and looks left and right, eventually stopping in front of Roman’s door. Estella puts the footage on the big screen.We all s
Chapter 139I widen my eyes and I want to say, I know that for sure, but I won’t. “How would she have set him up, though?”She thinks for a moment. “She had the drinks spiked, got him to his room, had him open his phone, and she called her own number from his phone.”“Yes,” I whisper. “She could have done that, couldn’t she? I hadn’t even thought of that, she could have entered his bedroom as a relative.”“She could have left all the evidence to make him think that he did it.”“But surely.” My heart drops. “Surely she would know that we would find out who the father is as soon as the baby is born.” My shoulders slump. “What if it is his baby? What if this is all some grand plan to tie Roman to her for life?”“It could be.” Callie sighs, and we stare at each other for a while. “If we just had the security footage of that night at the hotel. I know Holmes asked the hotel for it, but they said there wasn’t any.”I frown that's impossible even the cameras on the Road. “There has
ANAI wake with a strange sensation.It’s morning, and the other side of the bed is cold, and empty and without Roman.I sit up instantly, my senses awake and on high alert.I make my way downstairs, where I can hear a muffled voices coming from Roman’s study. I move down the hall to listen.“Yes,” he says. “That’s right, the arrest warrant has been withdrawn.”Gloria.My heart begins to beat hard. Why did he have the arrest warrant removed?Nobody is looking for her.“You know what to do,” he says calmly.My eyes widen.I push the open the door in a rush to get to Roman.When he steps back, shocked to see me. He’s fully dressed in his crisp suit, ready for work.“What are you doing here?” he asks sharply.I stare at him, confused. “What are you doing?” I ask rhetorically He marches down the hall. His overnight bag is packed by the front door, not looking like it's filled with clothes.“where are you going?” I say as I run after him.“I have to go away for work for a few day
We walk out to the front of the house. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Petrov,” Zoran says, holding the back door open. Roman takes my hand to help me in.“Hello, Zoran.” I smile as I get into the back seat, and Roman gets in behind me. The door closes, and we sit in silence throughout the drive.I get vivid recollections of how much Roman Petrov could infuriate me back in the day. Nobody could wind me up like him.Nothing’s changed.Calm, calm, keep fucking calm.The car pulls up at the ballroom. We get out, and Roman takes my hand. We fake more smiles and walk through the crowd as if we are the happiest couple in the world.“Where are our seats?” Roman whispers, passing me a champagne from a passing tray.“What’s wrong, darling?” I whisper, taking a sip. “Tired of holding my hand?”His angry eyes flick over to me. “I am, actually.”I glare at him, our eyes locked. “Please, don’t act happy on my behalf.”“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve acted happy now, would it?”Adrenaline begins t
ANA I sit in the cafe waiting for Callie.I keep going over what Roman said to me before he left. You made me do it alone.I hate that he sees it like that.He had an issue and I locked him out and made him face the problem alone. But our sex life was never the problem.But I did make him feel like the problem was only his?Then, being the stubborn woman that I am, I got so resentful that I locked him out of our room in return?Both of us not speaking and sleeping in separate beds. I exhale heavily. Well, I’m too angry at his stage to even think about it anymore. I’m not letting him turn this around on me.I haven’t done anything wrong.I never once said that I was blaming him for this.I only think that he should have told me the facts at the time in which they happened. And how dare he say that I’m making him face this alone when it was his choice not to tell me about it or involve me in the first place? He chose to do this alone, not the other way around.Seriously, is ope
ANAMy stomach rolls.It makes me feel sick.I think for a moment.I'm still waiting for her to threaten us with a child.It's just been a few months since we saw her.She could be one of those women who don't show a bump in the early stages of pregnancy.Or the child could be for Vladamir.I just need it to be Vladamir's child.But Rome won't abandon his nephew either nor would I want him to.Can a DNA paternity test be taken while pregnant or do you have to wait for the baby to be born?Hmm. I grab my phone and type into Google:Can a paternity test be taken while still pregnant?DNA testing can be completed as early as 9 weeks along. Technological advancements mean there's little risk to mom or baby. If establishing paternity is something that you need to do, non-invasive prenatal paternity test is a blood test that analyzes fetal DNA found in a pregnant woman's blood during the first trimester.Shit, it’s just a blood test. That should be easy enough.I type into Google:Can a pre
ANAThe car pulls into the garage around 7:00 p.m.Roman hasn’t called me once today. That’s a first. I know he’s probably busy being pulled from point to point, but with everything that’s going on, I would have thought.I made dinner and had a glass of wine.I feel unusually nervous to see him.My heart beats as loud as it can when Roman comes into my line of sight.“Hello.” I smile.“Hi, Moya Roza.” He bends and kisses me, and then pulls immediately out of my arms.Oh.He sits on the chair and rests his elbows on his thighs. His head hanging low, and he looks at the floor, he looks exhausted.The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I watch him. Something’s up.“I called her,” he says quietly.I frown. “Who?”“On the night I was drugged, my call log shows that I made an eight-minute call to Gloria’s number,” he says softly.Emotion rushes through me.His eyes rise to meet mine. “And there were other things, I saw when I woke up.”My heartbeat pumps loudly in my ears. “
ANA“Good morning love.” I smile at him.He walks over and hugs me so tightly.it's a wonder I didn't break anything.He kisses me so nicely, his lips hovering over mine.He doesn’t say anything, but what is there to say? With no one ready to hash out our feelings.Both of us are unsure what’s going to happen with Gloria, the loose cannon still on the run. We are both on pins and needles.I want to fight and yell and cry like a child at him for getting us into this position with her.But then I remember that he was only trying to protect me, and my past is just as sordid as his.He went to that club… but I worked there.And nobody else besides the two of us would ever believe that he was my first client. My only client.He has the weight of the world on his shoulders.And I’m not adding to his stress levels, no matter how selfish I want to be and put the blame on him, because he's the cause of this problem.I know I can’t.“I made you a coffee,” I say nervously.“Thanks.” He rol