ANA I wanted to touch his body, feel his hot skin against my flesh. So far, he has touched the most hot parts of my body while I have yet to touch his skin, see his body. My hands grabbed the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. I pushed it slowly off his shoulder and tossing it on the floor with my wedding dress and lingerie. “I want to touch you,” I whispered, my breathing breaking like waves crashing on shore. His teeth gently bit the delicate flesh along my neck, setting off a sexy flame inside me. My hands shook a bit as I took off his shirt next, hungry to feel his naked skin against mine. There was something so damn hot about seeing him go from a clean cut man in an expensive suit to this, a man hungry for me. Even in the dark of the room, I could see he was beautiful, his abs solid, his muscles strong. He kicked off his shoes, followed by his socks, but his pants stayed on. I wanted them gone. My hand pulled him closer through his belt, struggling with it. I didn’t
ANAThere was darkness, a dominance, in him. It called to me, “Just-just don’t hurt me,” I whispered low, crawling backwards, my eyes never leaving his face.The fragrance spreading around the room enveloped me, the mixture of my arousal and Roman’s scent. A deep spicy, manly scent that I first got a faint smell of in the weeks ago. Holding my eyes with a look, he slipped his pants off, and boxers followed. I drew my tongue across my bottom lip, tempted to lift and lick every damn inch of him, I could lay hands on.My husband had a body worth worshiping. His chest and neck was barely visible in darkness, though it definitely needed more of my attention. Hunger crawled up my spine, mixing with fear and anxiety from the problem of the past few weeks.His thick cock was hard.“I’d cut my dick off before I hurt you,” he assured me, in a gentle voice.Maybe I was stupid, but I found myself trusting him no matter the circumstance.So far, he always ensured my pleasure, that I was sure
I clenched the wooden heard boards so hard, I would see imprints in my fingers for days.His one hand wrapped around my throat, and on instinct, I pushed into it, exposing my neck. It was rough, restrictive, and so fucking enthralling.“Who fucks you, Ana?” he said, his fingers squeezing lightly around my throat. I could feel him everywhere, deep inside me, around me.In my heart, my soul filling every part of me.“You do.”He pushed inside me, trying to fuse us together with his thrusts, and I loved every second of it. The strength in his touch, his mouth, his thrusts would kill me, and it would be the best kind of death.“Nobody touches you, Ana.” His voice was a harsh command in my ears.“Nobody,” I breathed. “Just you.”A rumble of satisfaction sounded from him and he rewarded me with another thrust, filling me hard and deep, to the hilt, all the while his pelvis pressed hard on my clit.“Mine!” His tone was dark, possessive, hard.A scream pierced the air as a violent orgas
“Roman?”“Hmmm.”“Will you put sunscreen on me?” I asked, digging the sunscreen out of the little beach bag before handing it to him.I needed his hands on me. I needed him all over me.He reached for my cheek. His roughened knuckles ran down my cheek. His gaze softened, desire moving in his eyes, as his thumb touching the edge of my bottom lip lightly.“No sex until tonight “Okay.”I rolled onto my stomach, and after a heartbeat, I heard the squeeze of the sunscreen bottle and I closed my eyes, smiling happily against the towel. He straddled my ass, his hands rubbing together, then I felt his rough palms slide up my back. He unfastened my bikini top, and he carried his movement up to my shoulders.“I like this bikini on you, Zolotse.” Roman quipped never stopped his movements, rubbing the lotion over my skin. “Although, I like you even better without it.”I turned my head to the side and looked at him over my shoulder. “We could take it off,” I told using my most seductive
ANALeaning in, I brought my lips to his, stopping an inch away from his lips.My tongue licked across his bottom lip then took a pull on it. Heat pulsed and spread through me like wildfire, my pussy throbbing with a need. For him.Then I nipped at his bottom lip, while my fingers clutched in his hair. A low groan rumbled in his chest. I even found that sexy when it came about him.“Take me back to bed,” I murmured as I licked his lips again. Pure need swam through my veins.With his strong stride, he powered through the waves, back to the house and all the while my mouth never left his skin. There was no proper way to my kiss, but I couldn’t stop kissing him. Tasting him.We were no longer at the beach. I had no idea how long it took to get back to our home or the bathroom. I slid off his body, my feet touching the cool tile. We discarded our swim wear in a hurry.I put my palms against his chest, his eyes looking into my face. My fingers traced over the tattoos on his ch
He was my own brand of drug. And just like a drug, I’d have to break this addiction to him. Eventually. Because When Lucas Bateman comes I'm gonna run again, I don't think I have cultivated that courage to face him yet. My heart skittered around inside my chest. Reaching for his lips, I kissed him softly. It would be the kiss I’d remember forever. The kiss that would ultimately break my heart, because it would remain sealed in my mind for as long as I shall live. His hand curled around my waist, his hard body pressing against mine. “You are mine,” he rasped, a dark possessiveness vibrating in his voice. “From the moment I saw you, Moya Roza.” There goes my heart. The shower was still running and whatever restraint he had over himself over the last few minutes broke. He closed the space between our bodies, enclosing me as mu own person heat pack. His mouth molded against mine, heating up throughout my body all over again. My hungry fingers moved all over his b
Two days holed up in this house.On this beach. This house is a cage in the form of paradise and surrounded by a dreamy blue ocean.I was ready to scream. Except I’d done that already, at Roman’s men, my guards. A lot of good it did me. I couldn’t lose my shit with Sasha and Callie still around. He was Roman's best mate and after what happened on the beach between them, I can't just go and call her to my room, I need to let them have their space at the other annex of the house. If that was even possible.I felt like a caged animal. Anxiety and tension boiling under my skin. I needed to burn off some of this energy and this room wasn’t big enough.I needed a million miles, not ten miles between Roman and me at this moment.I attempted to leave the beach to go shopping, but I was told no. When Callie and I wanted to go to see some old friends, we were stopped and told it wasn’t a good time.I dialed up my bella, planning on getting her to join us, but before I could even say fi
My body screamed for him, each cell in me demanding I get my relief. Maybe I waited too long, years of not feeling anything and using my rules. Or maybe I have been waiting for this man and my body recognized him before my mind did. I just knew I needed him, all consequences be damned. This man, my husband, was lighting the flame in me.The taste of him became my necessity.My lips parted and Roman’s eyes lowered to them, the fire in them matching the one flaming within me.He didn’t move. He sat there, waiting, his hands seemingly relaxed but there was so much aura rolling off of him.As if he wanted to give me the choice. But there was none, because I was scared I’d burn out like a flame without him.I wanted his touch to keep burning.He said he wanted my everything - to have my body and my soul - but then the Dictator would demand a soul, wouldn’t he? Except part of me wanted to go to sleep and wake up with his body next to mine.I wanted to give him everything I've got.Th
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
ANA The police were here for hours going through everything. A warrant has been put out on her. The questioning was in depth, and I imagine it was very stressful for Roman. Then the public relations team arrived, and the house was full of people who worked for Roman. They organized the statement that was to be released to the press. While Dolores ran around handing out refreshments to them I just watched from the stairs trying to process my hurt. It was a whirlwind of activity down there, and I should have perhaps been involved. After all, I was the person who solved half the case. But I couldn’t. I stayed upstairs and cried like a baby to Callie on the phone, she wants to come over to be with me but I rather be alone I just needed someone to talk to for a moment. I feel so alone and compelled to stay out of sight tonight. I didn’t want to see anyone. And perhaps, if I’m being completely honest about the whole drama. I’m embarrassed that my husband is being accused
ROMAN “To the house.” I tell Dimitri while looking at Ana beside me.“Yes, sir.” The car pulls out of the garage, and I reach over and to take Ana’s hand but she flicks me away. My heart drops.She’s furious.Who could blame her?What Gloria saidOh no, my stomach rolls.I feel sick.I can't even remember if that ever happened, but she's delusional who knows what she would come up with but for the fact, she has already gotten Ana to believe her lies.The car weaves through the heavy London traffic. My mind goes back to that morning in the hotel in Russia when I woke with no memory.I see the silver wine chiller and the two crystal glasses.I remember the scent of perfume on my sheets. At the time, I was terrified, but then as soon as Dimitri said he walked me back to my room, I dismissed my fears. I put it down to two glasses being delivered as standard practice. I'm pretty sure it wasn't used and the scent on the sheets was a strong washing powder, but now…Why didn’t I get d
“Give me the money and get out,”Gloria screeches.“He’s not giving you a single fucking penny!” I snapped at her. I glared at Roman, angry he wouldn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on, and he rolled his lips.“She’s got a video of us at the Auction house that night.” Roman replies frustrated.“Ha liess.” I huff out looking at Gloria's sneering face.“She hasn’t got shit.”“Yes, I have. I’m going to the press. Now get out, I'm talking to him, you whore.” She tries to snatch the bag of money from him.“Do not give her that fucking bag!” I yell out to Roman.“She’s lying.”“How do you know?”“Because I have the footage,” I snap at him as his head whips towards me.“I’m the one who hacked the system. I wiped all the footage of the two of us months ago, so you can go to Hell, you scheming bitch, fucking hell.”Roman and Gloria’s eyes widen.“You hacked the system?” Roman whispers, shocked.“Of course, I did. I wiped everything with you on it.” I snap, adrenaline is co
ROMAN “Keep your voice down.”I look around feeling stressed.“What the fuck?” Sergei whispers.“How did she get it?”“Their systems got hacked twice and they didn't think to alert past clients. Can you imagine the fucking headline? The Minister and the prostitute who is now his wife.”Sasha’s and Sergei’s eyes widen in horror.If my files have been hacked, hell, we’re all fucked.“fuck, what are you going to do? I can hire someone to off the bitch” Sergei asks.“Second,I say we kill this bitch.” Sasha punches his fist. “For real this time.”“Will you be fucking serious for one minute? You think Gloria doesn't have a contingency plan, maybe the minute we kill her there is some sort of mail that will be sent to the press.” I hiss.“Who says I'm not serious?” He huffs in anger.“I think I’m going to pay the money.”“What?”“Have you got a better idea?” I whisper. “I won’t have my wife dragged through the fucking press and internet.”“Fucking hell,” Sasha mutters.“How does this
ROMAN “Do you have any idea how this is going to look to the Bravta and the political party, He rants."and when the press gets a hold of this don't get me started ?”“I don’t give a fuck about the political party." I reply furiously."I’m not worried about myself. I couldn’t care less about my fucking position. I’m worried about Ana! If this gets out…” I shake my head, the fear in me so present that I can barely push the words past my lips.She might even run away again. “She will always be the escort who slept with a Minister. She will never shake this. It will be the end of her, the paparazzi won't let her live this down”He stares at me.“Do you know how fucking hard she worked to fight her way back, every time the world throws something at her?” My voice cracks, betraying my hurt. “This can’t get out, Holmes. It can’t. I won’t let it. I will not let her be portrayed in this manner. Not now, not ever.”“Then you have to talk to Ana,” He sighs sadly like he has lost all hop