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
“I slept for five hours?” After sex, he’d risen, frowning at the clock. “This is a record. I feel like a new man.”“You look ten years younger,” I told him as I stretched. “Now I’d put you in your mid-twenties.”“I just turned thirty-one.”“Yes, but you looked thirty-five before.”He raised a brow. “You won’t ask why I don’t sleep? I’ve had insomnia for decades.”I sighed. “Why wouldn’t you? You’re in a high-pressure job—which might be dangerous—and you’re running a billion-dollar empire.”He chucked me under the chin. “I don’t know if I’ll quite be a billionaire today, beautiful.” When he strode to his closet, the lines across his back saddened me seeing them in the daylight. He returned wearing a clean pair of jeans, with a white undershirt for me. “Here. Arms up.”I hopped from the bed, raising them, and he pulled the shirt over me. It swallowed my body.He grinned down at me. “Almost as good looking as you were in that dress.”“The smirky attendant downstairs ought to have a fiel
I walked out of the bedroom, saying, “Okay, we’re all agreed. Heated argument about to begin. . .”He was arguing with Dimitri and they both looked angry. They both turned to me, accusation in their eyes.“What?” fear ran through me, and I had the feeling I needed to run out of there it didn't matter where, my flight or fight mode was activated.Rome strode toward me. “Are you on birth control right now?”I disturbed my lip with my teeth. “Why would you ask that?” Was that information in the records they’d e-mailed? I started hyperventilating.“You have to be on something.”“I’m going to be.” The doctor had told me to wait until after my next period to start, and that wasn’t for a couple of weeks. How long would the pill take to work? “I have a prescription. It’s not a problem.”He stabbed his fingers through his hair, looking devastated.What did that have to do with birth control? “Again, it’s not a problem.” Though this should have been a private conversation, Dimitri looked on
“What the hell are you doing?”I blinked up at Roman. How long had I slept in the bathtub? He looked furious, as usual.He turned off the water, pulling me from the shower. He roughly dried me off, then dressed me in another T-shirt. “ Let's get this over with, then I don’t care what you do.”“Are you happy now?” I demanded of Roman when the doctor left.I’d agreed to let the doctor administer a morning-after shot and insert an IUD to prevent fertilization. Was that the Rome’s idea? He was that afraid?He calmly sat on the living room couch. Though rain threatened, he had all the doors and windows open. “Happy? No. Satisfied that your plan won’t work? Yes.”Having some strange man examine me was bad enough, but Roman had stayed in the room! He’d been there when the doctor had said things like, “Definitely could’ve conceived,” “Somebody certainly had a strenuous night,” and “What a tiny cervix; this will hurt.” I felt invaded.Roman hearing that stuff was worse than the pain of insert
I’m not a liar. He knows that.from what I've noticed about Rome,He’s a quiet man who keeps his own counsel but somehow knows everything. He spends his days playing the markets, master of a system none of us understand. I’m simple in comparison. What you see is what you get. How does he not know me by now? We spent the night talking about ourselves and getting to know each other.I’m only half aware of leaving the hotel, stumbling down the stairs, and waiting beside the taxi for the driver to unlock the door. My mouth is bone dry, my limbs still weak from the aftermath of the adrenaline rush. I need to sit. As soon as he clicks the key fob, I open my own door and collapse in the back seat.I look out the car window to the front of the house, the tiniest bud of hope poking up in my chest, as if I can’t help but torment myself. Maybe the door will burst open and Rome will run out, shouting, “Stop!”He’ll drag me from the car, clutch me to his hard chest, gentle and careful this time, b
I made it one by one to the top of the stairs.I’d taken out my phone and stared at the screen, wondering if he would contact me. To kill time, I’d sent Danielle a voice message and then a text. I needed to tell her good-bye anyway.That had been a while ago—strange that she hadn’t tried to call. Shouldn’t she be dying for some gossip?What would I tell her about Rome? Was I making the right decision with him?During my time at the hotel, I’d worried that I would grow used to hooded blue eyes and mind-blowing sex, and my infatuation with him would spiral out of control.I did all of that didn't I?I might put Roman behind me, but I was never going to get over him. it wouldn’t happen with him. With a sinking feeling in my belly, I recognized that I was always going to have a little feeling towards him.I was so screwed.Was I ready to forget him totally? How would I feel if he got together with another woman?Now that I’d had some time to cool off, I wasn’t as outraged about him gettin
I stare at the reflection of the girl in the mirror with her full face of makeup and her black lace strapless dress.The energy in the air is electric. The Escort Girls are excited for tonight. It’s showtime.The thought of entertaining a man tonight turns my stomach.I’m not sleeping with anyone. I don’t want to even talk to a man, let alone have sex. Roman well and truly tamed the tiger that was my sexual drive. After taking in the size of him, I was sore for days. But it was my ego that took the biggest hit. I’m still licking my wounds and to make it worse, hearing that he booked Danielle was the straw that broke the camel’s back.Pathetic.I hear the excited squeal of one of the girls. She peers around the curtain that hides a one-way window that shows the catwalk area. The girl has long blonde hair and is drop dead gorgeous.“He’s here. He hasn’t been here for months.” She dances back to her makeup chair. “I’m so excited, I could die.”“Who’s here?” someone else asks.“Mr. Silver
“Sixty-five!” another man calls.I glance toward the door to see Roman leaving with Luna. He’s holding her hand. He says something to her, and she laughs in response as they continue to leave. He didn’t even stay to see who I chose, God, I read this all wrong.He doesn’t care that I work here. Maybe he's still angry because he thought I tried to entrap him with a baby. He just doesn’t give a fuck.I go through the introductions with the men one by one, and they all seem nice.But none are who I want.“Who will it be, Ana? Who will be your date for tonight?”I look between them. I want to go for the kindest looking man—the one I know will handle the rejection with ease.“Mr. Steven,” I say softly. He’s blonde and sweet looking. He walks over and takes my hand to kiss the back of it. “Hello, Ana.” “Hi.” I force a smile. He leads me down the catwalk and we walk toward the exit. Is Roman kissing her right now? Is he grabbing her face and kissing her? God, it’s one thing to never experi
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