“If you must know, seeing me dive naked would’ve been life-changing for you.” “Would it, then?” His blue eyes grew lively. His charisma was off—the fucking—charts. “Continue.” “We would’ve had sex again. In the water. Then, after more drinks, I would’ve ridden you on a lounge chair until your eyes rolled back in your head.” He groaned low. “How long have you been doing this?” “Would you believe me if I told you that you were my first client?” “Nyet (No).” “Wow. Don’t even want to think about your answer?” “I bought an escort for a date and purchased her private line for ten thousand dollars. Before that, I downloaded her goddamned picture to my phone. If I’m to be brought this low, it shouldn’t be at the hands of a rank novice.” My curiosity passed. “Is there a compliment in there?” Had he truly downloaded my picture? “You fuck too well to be anything but a pro.” “Thanks?” Maybe he liked the idea of me being a professional. If I convinced him I wasn’t, maybe the thr
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want to be hit with a crop.” “There’s more to it than that,” he said. “Whipping a woman is not a favorite aspect of mine.” “Then why was a crop part of your script?” Maybe because it limited touch even more? “If you’ve never tried any of it, then how do you know you won’t like it?” He’d deflected my question. Because of my weakness at lying, I dodged and deflected, and I was good at similar tactics in others. “I liked Monday night,” I told him, dodging his own question. “I liked how the weight of your body pressed down on mine, and our skin touched all over, and I could feel your big muscles flexing.” I leaned in, wanting closer to the heat emanating from him. At his ear, I murmured, “When your chest rubbed over my nipples while your cock plunged, I came until my vision blurred.” He inhaled sharply. “We should return. Now.” “We’ll ditch—” “Here we are!” Kim said, tray in hand. She was probably puzzled when we both scowled at her. My scowl
He was about to ask me more, but Kim returned with the check, saving the day.I told him, “I’ll just go run to the ladies’ room.” I grabbed my purse and hurried off, the tassels of my skirt tickling the backs of my thighs.When I passed the outdoor bar, guys gawked, knowing what I was. Or thinking they did.In the bathroom, I stared into the mirror. Ana Sol, escort.A far cry from my one time goal: Anna Bateman, tycoon. From an early age, I’d played with the idea of taking over the world, maybe going into politics like my father. Even as I partied in high school, I’d gotten straight A’s, earning tons of credits. I’d planned to graduate college at age twenty-one, with a 4.0 GPA.Yet the harder I worked, the more I got away from my dreams. Which wasn’t exactly motivating! At least the GPA was still within reach. All I had to do was make an A on my last final.With a sigh, I smoothed a curl behind my ear and tugged down the hem of my dress.By the time I passed the bar again, the men we
In the elevator, Roman maneuvered me against the wall, his body looking down at me.I turned to him, pushing out my breasts and hard nipples for attention. His raised his hands, only to drop them, fists clenched. “Camera,” he muttered, stepping back. Then he cast me a look of resentment, as if I were the cause of his current problem.As if I wasn’t just as bad off as he was. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to climb the walls!He stormed from the elevator. In the lobby, he yanked me to him. When I hopped up to lock my legs around his waist, he caught me, growling his approval, his hot hands gripping my ass.Between kisses, he said, “I’ve thought about you ever since you left. Couldn’t concentrate on business, on anything, for two fucking days.”I moaned, absorbing his words. Was it bullshit? Surprisingly, I realized he had no motive to lie to me. He was guaranteed to have sex with me. For all he knew, I owned absolutely nothing.How . . . freeing. “I couldn’t stop thi
“I told you I couldn’t stay for long.”“Oh, no. I meant what I said. I’m booking you for the rest of the night.” His tone was all commanding: So says the mafia boss.He strode to the bar, selecting a bottle of champagne.“ are we Celebrating something?”“We will be. You’re going to show me fun.”I hesitated. I could stay here, toasting champagne with him, or return home, tripping through dirty parking lots to reach my pathetic, small apartment.An entire night with him? Boundaries. I can do this. I’d still leave town next Monday. I’d have to. I’d never break my third rule to stay on the move. I believed that was the only reason I was still alive.Besides, Roman would make this easy for me. After a whole night together, the man would grow tired of me and send my ass packing.“Ah, you’ve decided to stay,” he said, reading me so well.“I worry though. I don’t know if you can handle my brand of fun.”His full, open smile was devastating. Better than in pictures. “One way to find out.”I
I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: “It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.” “Like what?” “Like pouring champagne down my chest to drink from my nipples? While I ride you? That’s in your future if you want it.” He swallowed. “A bright future for me, then. I’m long overdue for that.” He retrieved another bottle from the bar. . . . While I rode him on a lounge chair, he drank and drank. More champagne . . . We made toasts to each other. He tickled me. When I tried to escape, he pinned my wrists above my head and played with my breasts till I writhed. “In case I haven’t told you,” he rasped, “I like your size as much as you do.” More champagne . . . Room service arrived with pan-seared scallops, soft tender steak, and Beluga caviar. As we fed each other, he blamed me for how hungry he was. “Caviar is so decadent” I told him. “I can’t believe you’ve never had it.” Voice gone gruff, he said, “There are many things I could show you, take you
“You’re so sure that Anna will keep quiet?” the lawyer asked papa. “She’s an impulsive troublemaker.”“What could she say to the police?” he asked. “ She knows I caused her mother's death. I was a model husband to her mother for over a year, and I’ve helped her grow her wealth ,everyone she’s ever come into contact with. I play tennis with her business partners. Who would believe her? And even if her mother was exhumed,” As I entered the house that was what I heard.Dad continued, “No one but her has ever accessed it, and her fingerprints are the only ones on the case. With the papers, I can know how much she's worth and now she's missing, I don't know where she hid the papers .She fought constantly with her mother and was the sole heir to a fortune. Means, motive, opportunity, and a murder weapon. One word to the police, and Anna’s done.”They’d killed my mother; they’d framed me for it.“Ana?” Rome was studying my face, as if trying to read my thoughts.I forced a smile. “Just think
The sun was coming up when I woke against a man’s chest. I blinked, sluggish. What the hell— My eyes went wide. I was in the Russian’s bed! And everything from the night before was a blur. I stifled a groan, swearing I would never drink again. I rose up on an elbow to look at him. He slept on his back, one muscular arm around me, the other over his head. I nearly whimpered. How would Rome be with me this morning? Would he act like nothing unusual had happened? Be embarrassed that we’d been drinking and oversharing? That I’d seen his scars? What if he looked at me the way he had our first night, waking up to sneer, “You’re still here?” I cautiously rose, finding a robe in the bathroom, then crept out of the bedroom suite. The housecleaner in me cringed at the mess in the sitting area. We’d hit this place like a storm, it was in a total mess. I moved to the kitchen and found orange juice. Drank that down. Then I took another full glass out by the pool. I drank it down to
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
“You took the Petrov name given to you by my uncle, our money… the life that a mafia wife is supposed to have for a few years.”I smirk at the audacity of this woman. “ It was my money I just took it back. I’m happily married to the love of my life, and you will accept it.” I lose the last of my patience with this woman. “Move the fuck on, Gloria, and leave us alone.”Her cold eyes hold mine. “Last chance, Roman Petrov.”“For what?” I smirk. “To understand how pathetic you really are, Gloria? Too late.”She takes a brown folded envelope out of her bag and passes it over to me.“What’s this?”A trace of a vindictive smile crosses her face. “Open it and see.”I open the envelope and pull out an A4 photograph. It’s of Ana and I in the Auction Club at the beginning of our time together.Ana isn’t looking at the camera, but I can see clearly that it’s her.My eyes rise to meet Gloria’s.She pauses for effect. “You know… the security system was surprisingly easy to hack into and g
“She’s a brutal Taskmaster,” Sasha mutters.“She locks him up,” Dominic adds in.My eyes widen, and I laugh. What the hell? “Not at all, Rome. You can go and visit whenever you want to, sweetheart.”“Okay then,” he dismisses her.“Thanks for that.”She rises up on her toes, clearly excited, and she smiles between us. “I’ll see you soon, Rome.” She replies as with as much sarcasm in her.She walks off, and everyone snickers.Roman pinches the bridge of his nose, disgusted. “Don’t even.”“Who was that?” I ask, holding up my hands. “Actually, let me guess.”“Oh, please do.” Sasha laughs.“I’m guessing you’ve…” I screw up my face as I try to think of a nice way to say this. “Been with her?”Roman closes his eyes, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. The others chuckle.“And who is she?” Dominic asks.Roman stands. “I can’t talk right now; I’m dancing with Ana. Do not disturb us with anymore with your stupid topics of conversation.”They laugh.I stay seated and smile as I
The song changes into a sexy song plays on in the background as I walk over and stand in front of him.He pulls himself up as I slide my hands up his perspiration-clad body. He eases himself down, and I do the same. His biceps and shoulders are pumping.Just like my blood are right at this moment.Our eyes are locked. It’s just him and me.Hell, he makes me forget how to breathe.He rises up and down, his dark eyes locked on mine, and I cup his dick. I kiss his stomach, I run my hands up over his rock-hard abs and then lower.He’s hardened, simply from all the touching I'm doing.I inhale as, he lets go of the bar and jumps down.In one fast movement, he has me pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat.His mouth moves to my ear. “Did you come in here to get fucked by my cock?” he whispers darkly.I stare at him. His knee parts my legs, and he pushes his hard erection into me as he bites my ear. “Answer the fucking question.” He growls.Goosebumps scatter
ANAZoran holds the back door of the black Mercedes open for me.And he gives me a kind smile as I walk out of the house.“Hi, Zoran.” I smile.“Good evening, Ana” He closes the door behind me after I slide into the backseat.He gets into the driver seat wearing his black customary suit and earpiece. He looks every bit of the handsome bodyguard.We pull out into the traffic, and I glance behind me to see the second security car following us.My life has changed dramatically.I’m dating the a member of the Bravta and a politician.My beloved Roman Petrov.Security guards are ever present, his work schedule is getting better, and we live in a mansion I would say. Staying at our old house is completely out of the question now. Security risks are things I can no longer ignore. Not that I can actually call it our place anymore. It’s more like an empty house with furniture in it. I haven’t slept there in three months. Depending on our schedule, sometimes I go weeks without even calli