“Ana is a student, and she’s an excellent cook,” Roman informs them. “I squeeze his thigh to say thank you for answering on my behalf.“If you like cooking, I’d love to show you some Russian recipes I got from Roman’s grandmother,” Gloria mentions.I smile widely. “I’d love that.”Even though I still feel awkward because I’ve just met Roman ’s family, I’m hopeful we’ll get along. Knowing how important his uncle is to him not so sure about his relationship with his aunt, the last thing I want is to drive a wedge between them.Gloria starts telling me about all the traditional dishes she wants to show me while the men discuss business. Feeling excited, I nod as the last of the tension leaves my body.As we were done with the cooking I feel a little dizzy “ Rome, Gloria I'm heading upstairs if, you don't mind I think the jetlag is getting to me” I say.I felt Roman ’s eyes on my back as I headed upstairs, but I didn’t look back. In the room, I fell on my bed with my face buried in m
“Fuck,” he swore.Everything happened so fast. First, I was falling, and then I wasn’t anymore.But as soon as I had straightened myself, I heard a splash of water and a spring of curses coming from Roman . Quickly turning around, I faced the stream, only to let out a booming laugh when I saw him.He was sprawled in the water, completely wet, his face a mask of astonishment.I quickly lost my smile when I saw his face turn expressionless. Standing frozen in my spot, I bit on my lips nervously, scared that he was going to be angry. There was only silence for a few moments.But then a sudden laugh startled me, and I jumped slightly.I stared at Roman , shocked. He was laughing. Roman Petrov was laughing unless he was laughing sarcastically.I had never seen or heard him laugh before. He was always a preoccupied man, his face composed and hard. Occasionally, he would have a full smile on his face but never a laugh if taking a picture for a magazine or something political.Such a joy
“I’m the only one who gets to.” As he thrust, his bare hand cupped my pussy. When he covered my lips, his cock moved between his fingers. “This is mine.” He bumped into me, and I whimpered. “It belongs to me.” His hold was like steel, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. “I own this. I own you.”Possessive, brutal.I melted for him.As he worked my body with short snaps of his hips and that hot, possessive hand, he nuzzled my ear. “If I were a cunning man, I would’ve trapped you with my child.” His other hand spread out over my belly. “I imagined it. You big with my baby. These breasts full of milk.” He squeezed one, then the other. “My cock grew so stiff, I came in three strokes.”“Roman!” He’d masturbated to that fantasy about me? The mere idea made my pussy tighten around his length. “Dios mío.” With a cry, I ground my clit against his tight grip.He slammed into me and shaking that maddening hold on my pussy. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to come hard
Even though Vladamir is no longer the head of the Petrov territory in Russia, he’s still part of the Bravta. He’s still dangerous.Over the past weeks, I’ve been bought into a false sense of security. I finally felt safe and no longer on guard that people like my father would hurt me.The last thing I expected was Roman’s family bribing me to leave him. Sure, I got ready for the awkwardness of meeting them, but not this bribery. “Ahhh…” My eyebrow furrow together, and I place a hand over my tight stomach. “I can’t leave Roman.”Roman will hunt me down and kill me if I dare betray him. I mean, he'll look for me like the last time! What Vladamir is asking of me is so much worse.I’ve also fallen in love with Roman, and I don’t want to leave him.“The money is enough to buy a ticket back to America. Go, and if I find out you contacted Roman, I’ll make you wish you were never born,” he threatens me.“Roman will never believe I left him,” I whisper, the shock making my voice shaky.
The retired head of the bravta is dead because of me.The guards will kill me.God, Vladamir is dead!A sob bursts from me as I hurry to the the car I took from the compound parked out front.Please, powers that’s out there help me. Don’t let them find Vladamir’s body before I’m gone. Help me oh God!I seeing the small car parked in front of the building, Dragging the door open, I climb behind the steering wheel and start the engine. My eyes roam wildly around, and seeing the guards doubles my fear by a million.GoGoGo! I push myself.I put my feet on the gas pedal to the floor, and with speeding tires, the vehicle moves forward. The guards all look at me, and it makes me hold my breath as I drive fast toward the gates.Luckily, the gates start to open, and my lips move as I say one silent prayer after another.Please. Please. Please.God Forgive me. I didn’t mean to kill him.Why? WhyWhyWhy?When I look in the rearview mirror, there’s no sign of Gloria, and I can only pray she do
ROMAN’S POV Her voice shakes with disbelief as she says, “You are supposed to marry Russian Royalty and not some pathetic, greedy little girl. Everything was planned, and she ruined it all.”She moves fast,trying to grab the gun from behind Dimitri’s back, but before she can point it at someone, she faints.That did not just fucking happen!“Fuck” I shout frustrated at the events of today.I take a step back as another blow of betrayal slams into me.NoUncontrollable anger fills my chest as I watch my aunt slump over my uncle’s body.Dimitri picks her up passes her onto some guards who takes her upstairs to her room for some well needed rest.The breaths come is big exhales over my lips, and I drop to my knees from the force of destructive emotions reaping chaos in my chest.I trusted them.“Find Ana Sol!” Dimitri shouts the order to the guards. “Seach every part of this fucking city and bring her back unharmed. If anyone lays as much as a hand on the boss’s woman , I’ll fucking
When the attendant at the front desk prints the ticket, she says, “I’ve upgraded you to first class at no extra charge, take it easy on yourself” Giving me the ticket, her smile is filled with sympathy. “Do you have any luggage you have to check in?”I shake my head. “I’m traveling light.” Because in my panic, I forgot to grab anything from the compound. There’s no time to go back to the parking area.“Is that all I can help with?”I quickly nod. “Thank you so much!” I glance around me again. “Where do I go?”She points to her left. “Straight down there and through the lounge for first-class passengers.”My eyes lock with hers for a brief moment, and I swallow hard on my tears. “Thank you.”“You’re welcome.”When I move away from the counter, I struggle not to run. Feeling more and more scared by the second, I keep looking back and forth as I hurry toward the area the attendant said I should go.Entering the first class section, my eyes land on security guards at the airport, and
ANA’S POV In desperate need of comfort, I go through my bag to get my cell phone out and I go through screenshots I have of him from all his press conferences.I swipe from the very beginning to the end, But none of them brings me any comfort. Instead, they break my heart because this will be the last time I'm seeing them, deleting all of them.In this moment of strife and darkness, I realized I wasn’t just in love with Roman. I love him. I love him with all my heart and soul.And I didn’t even get to tell him.Roman.As the plane flies toward Frankfurt, Germany , where I have to catch a connecting flight.•••••••••••••••ROMAN’S POV One of the guards found the vehicle Ana left with, and after searching the vehicle, her luggage was found in the backseat.The tracker’s signal disappeared ten minutes ago from my phone , meaning she’s probably on a fucking plane leaving to God knows where.It’s either that or the phone was destroyed, which I seriously doubt.“Find out what flight An
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
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
ANA I scanned the open-plan kitchen looking out into a large balcony, lit up romantically, giving me a glimpse of its shadows. This was every chef’s dream kitchen. I was no chef by any means, but this was a state of the art kitchen, every appliance was new.This room was gorgeous.This time, I slid down Roman’s body and slowly walked around the massive room. I must have looked ridiculous roaming around the kitchen, still wearing my wedding dress. I didn’t care. Beautiful countertops were exactly the way I liked them, white and pristine. putting my fingerstips over the smooth surface, I couldn’t find one thing I didn’t like about the kitchen. Even the dark cabinets, were a nice contrast to the white tabletops.The stove tops were beautiful and there were two of them. There were four ovens and two large below the freezing point refrigerators.“Did you hire a cook?” I asked. I knew the answer but his gaze tracking my every movement made me nervous.“I did but he knows to let y
ANA The champagne was getting to me, setting my insides aflame. Or maybe it was the glances Roman sent my way. They were like a warm caress on my skin and felt better than the light ocean breeze against my skin. Throughout the after wedding dinner, I was aware of his eyes full of promises and for the first time ever, it didn’t send fearful shivers down my spine. And that scared me more than anything. “What’s the matter?” Callie asked, leaning closer to me as her arm looped through mine. Bella mimicked the movement on my other side. The three of us walked together towards the Gazebo. “Are you looking forward to having him screw your brains out?” Callie remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. I smiled slightly. It was time to go home with Roman as he waited for me across the field. I ran back to him open heartedly, joining our hands together. He raised our interlocked hands, his lips brushing softly against each knuckle. “Tonight is our honeymoon,” he spoke lo
ANASunlight gleamed through the windows of my bedroom. Dust particles swayed in the air like tiny bits of silver and gold. Just like my dress.“Oh my gosh,” the dressmaker beamed. “The dress is gorgeous, on you”I shook my head while staring at my reflection. My makeup had been done and my hair had been pulled up in a fancy braided bun. A diamond tiara made me feel like a princess. A snow princess. A silver princess.The wedding dress was a perfect mixture of white and silver, like freshly fallen snow. The thin straps had tiny diamond beads that matched the diamonds on the tiara. The corset had the similar decor, hugging my torso while the sheer material of it flared down to the hardwood floor into a long flared train behind me.It was simply beautiful. Breathtaking.But whenever I think of the reason for this wedding, it tugs at my heart.“It suits you perfectly,” she chimed in as she tugged the last of my laces on my back. “You are glowing.”“I’m so nervous,” I admitted.“
ANAMy eyes flickered to his hand wrapped around my waist as a sense of ownership.When Mayor Rice said my mother's name, The incident that I dreamt about sometimes came rushing to the forefront of my mind. My temples throbbed as my mind hunted for something. Something important.It evaporated, just like all of my dreams of freedom before she died.Forcing a smile to my lips, I turned to look at Roman. “Ready to make the rounds, dear?”Roman’s eyes were on Dario, something dark in his gaze. Yes, Roman was neck deep covered in blood, but at least he didn’t deal in human trafficking or selling innocent women. His uncle might have, but he didn’t.A corner of Roman’s lips tugged up, ever the politician “Gentlemen.”His voice held an unspoken threat of retribution and suddenly, I found myself happy to have him on my side.++++++++++++++++ROMAN Maria De Sol One thing I could be certain of.Ana faked not remembering that name. It was as if she was triggered by the name but she hid it
ANAHeels clicked against the marble floor of the club.The club XXS was turned into a ballroom while upper floors hosted poker tables and roulette tables.“Do you do this often?” I asked, side-eying Roman.“What? Show you off to my business partners.”“Host gambling at the same time as a fundraiser?”“No, usually it’s a nightclub and casino.” His gaze roamed over the room. “But for the event of bringing you out in public , my people didn’t organize anything. I let the city host their fundraiser and they have free rein of the building and event today.”It was an important day for me. Roman was introducing me to people. I was not the Rapunzel hidden in the castle anymore, my gut warned, a feeling of something happening tonight.“What’s the matter?” Roman’s gaze focused on me, his men walking right behind us.I shook my head. “Nothing.”Silver trays full of champagne flutes and appetizers made the rounds across the room. The glasses glistened the mighty chandelier. A small musical
ROMANSit down,” Kai orders. “Show respect to your Pakhan, Igor.” Igor mumbles an apology and begrudgingly sits while still giving me the death glare.“It’s good that you’re here, Petrov. We have some business to discuss.” The pakhan speaks for the first time since I came in. There’s a huskiness to his voice due to the cancer, and soon enough, it’ll be noticeable to everyone.“I have business to discuss, too.”Viktor scoffs under his breath at way I addressed Granduncle.My attention turns to him. “You have a problem with me?”“None at all, Petrov.” He pauses, readjusting his glasses with his middle finger. “Yet.”The threat behind his gesture doesn’t escape me, so I counter using his subtle way. Still keeping eye contact, I slide the cup of coffee in front of me then crush a piece of sugar inside before it melts. “Good to know.”His brows furrow, and his most loyal soldier, Aleksander, stiffens behind him, his hand going to his gun. He has a smaller frame for a guard, but he’s as
ROMAN I have to go to the meeting with the elders today and try to reason with them on the death of Vladamir and it not being Ana’s fault.I push the board room door open and go inside ready to fight for her.It’s easy to be intimidated by the leaders of the elite group. Most of them, From other families included, have served time in jail. While that’s disgraceful in the outside world, it’s a stamp of honor for any member of the Bravta.Granduncle Morozov sits at the head of the table. He’s old, in his sixties. His once-blond hair is now completely white and washed by time. While cancer has made him look older, it didn’t take his hair away, probably because of his stubbornness about refusing to undergo chemotherapy. I try not to look at him knowing every and any weaknesses will be exploited.My cousin Vasili leaves my side and sits on Granduncle’s right, which is his position as his right hand man. On his left sits Kai, the Enforcer. He holds the same level of power as Vlad, bu