LOGIN“My brother is coming for dinner tomorrow.”I looked up at my wife, eyebrows raised, “Beg pardon?”“We’re married now. It’s time for the next step.”I smirked. “Next step? And that would be? I thought it was the honeymoon.”Irina shrugged. “Well, you don’t seem too interested in that.”“Don’t I?” I let my eyes rake her frame. I didn’t allow myself to look at her often. She was way too tempting. It would be too easy to fall into her and forget that I can’t trust her. There’s something she’s not telling me.“Are you?” she asked.I shake my head, having forgotten what we were talking about. “What?”“Are you interested in going on a honeymoon with me?” she said slow and articulating clearly like I’m deaf.I laughed wryly. “I don’t think I’ve been interested in anything more.”She cocked her eyebrows at me. “So…what’s stopping you?”I shrugged. “Hell if I know. So what’s this about dinner with your brother?”“He’d like to discuss trade routes.”I pursed my lips, taking a deep breath. “I se
I was beginning to realize that Sean McNally might not be a very easy man to control. This came as a bit of a surprise to me because aside from Roman, I found men pretty easy to control. One look at my icy blue eyes, a toss of my platinum blonde hair, a deep breath that pushed my ample bosom out, a glimpse of my long smooth shapely legs, and men were thinking with their downstairs head.They’d lick their lips and promise me anything for a taste of my luscious flesh. It sounds arrogant to say but the truth is that majority of men thought with their cocks. You appeal to that and you have them by the balls.Very few men had the wherewithal to put their desires aside and use cold, objective logic to make decisions. I fear Sean was one of those – much to my extreme chagrin.“Well, if I can’t hypnotize him with my pussy, I’ll have to find another way to control him.” I murmured to myself as I put on some red lipstick and kohled my eyes so that the blue stood out even more.Picking up my pur
That Irina and I were sexually compatible wasn’t a shock to me. I had always had a thing for her, ever since I was a teenager and the auld Pakhan used to meet with my da. She had always been so intense. Her eyes used to bore into me even then – studying me. Noticing me.I preened under her attention even though I made sure never to let it show on my face. When her father killed mine, I was ashamed to feel the loss of that gaze – to know I’d never again feel it on my skin in the same way. When Vladimir died and Roman took over, I began to hope again.I didn’t just want her because my body wanted hers though. I needed answers and she could give them to me. If I was as much of a conniving bastard as Vladimir Petrov had been, I’d have found a way to coerce his daughter into telling me already.But I wanted her to tell me of her own accord. It could not be easy to admit such a truth but there was no way to have trust in this marriage if she didn’t.You should maybe have thought of that be
I lay splayed on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling. My body felt like something new, a part of me, but separate. A thing that throbbed and pulsed in shock and awe, trying to recover from being plundered so thoroughly, and so well.I almost didn’t know what to do next.There had always been something about Sean I was drawn to even when he was younger. He always accompanied his father to meetings with mine, looking solemn and serious, like he knew that one day the fate of the rabbits would rest on his shoulders.Roman never deigned to notice him, but I did. It was why I followed him and his father into the garden that day. Why I overheard what they said and assumed the worst.Why I told my father.And now his father and sister were dead and I wasn’t sure I’d even gotten the conversation right.If I was any kind of honorable, I would tell Sean…right away. I would tell him it was my fault they were dead. I sat up, staring emptily at the blank wall.If I do that, it’ll be outright war; a
The day seems to stretch out interminably, just going on and on, the one time, I’d prefer it to end. Of course, there’s no law that says I can’t just grab Irina and bed her at any time. She is my wife after all, but she’s currently doing beauty things with a very sturdy looking woman with a stern face who gave me a very incredulous look when I dared to open the door to Irina’s room, in order to see what she was up to.I decide to leave the house and leave them to it. I have things to do. We have a chain of laundromats all over the city that serve to clean our money but I’m always looking for new avenues.I drive down to the port where one of my ships is scheduled to land this afternoon. All those people shopping on Ali Express have made my life a lot easier. Enables me to sail through Asia picking up cargo all nice and legal.I go into the office, exchanging banter with the officers at customs. As far as they know, all my cargo is legitimate so it’s perfectly reasonable for me to be h
Why did I make that deal?I’m not particularly bothered that Sean isn’t sleeping with me – it’s just that, I don’t know why he’s not and I like to keep my men predictable. If he married me, and doesn’t want to have sex with me…then what does he want?It’s a little terrifying to think about if I’m being honest. The leaders of Organized Crime – be it Italian or Irish, Russian or Black, are fucking psychos. You just never know what they might be thinking.Clearly Sean’s reticence doesn’t stem from lack of interest – he actually sounded worried when he was complaining about me going off without telling anyone. Almost as worried as Roman would sound if he knew. I’m not quite sure what to make of that.Now that Natasha doesn’t have to pretend to be a maid, she’s discarded the demure clothing and is back in combat gear, fully armed and assuming the military posture that was her wont before we came here.She definitely seems more relaxed in a weird kind of way, and so am I. I stand up, decidin







