NaomiOne week laterI turned in different directions in front of the mirror, checking my outfit.“I think it’s great,” Katarina said, her legs swinging as she sat on the side of the bed. “You look great. More than great, actually. You look hot.”“Gavrushka will not be able to keep his hands off you,” Aleksandra added, winking. “Not that I think he ever had a problem with that.”I blushed as I turned to the two younger girls. They weren’t far off from the truth. Despite my cold one-on-one meeting with Maria, my time in Russia had been nothing but amazing. Gavril was incredibly attentive, taking me on boat rides with just the two of us or taking me out to dinner so that I could see more of his home city.And St. Petersburg was truly a beautiful city. Growing up, I had imagined all of Russia to be a dreary, gray place. But Gavril had shown me a city that was vibrant and alive. And under his watchful eye and careful guidance, I could almost have believed that we were in America.Tonight,
NaomiHis long fingers brushed over my center, and I parted my legs to give him better access, my nipples tightening painfully. My breathing became ragged as he slid his finger past the small scrap of lace and directly into my wet, inviting warmth.“You must remain quiet,” he whispered, hot breath tickling my ear. “Or they will make us leave.”I clenched the armrests with my hands as Gavril started to move his finger, his thumb pressing against my swollen numb lazily. He seemed to play me like an instrument, his skilled fingers brushing over the aching parts of me while his finger moved in and out of me to the tune of the music, pushing in with each crescendo and pulling out in time with every decrescendo.“Gavril,” I gasped as I felt the heat start to build. “Please.”“Please what?” he murmured, his beard chafing my shoulder as his other hand slipped underneath my bra, rolling my sensitive nipples between his devilish fingers. “Tell me what you want.”“I…I want,” I told him, biting m
GavrilI was fucking furious underneath my cool facade. I knew I couldn’t kill the little man before me, but I wanted to snap his fucking neck for even coming to my house and attempting to garner information.He looked over at Naomi once more before tucking the paper back into the folder he had been carrying. “Well, I will bid you all a good night.”“I will walk you out,” I told him.He nodded and I walked him to the door, ensuring that he got back into the car he had come in before shutting it firmly behind him.Fuck.My mother was waiting in the receiving room when I made my way back, along with a pale-faced Naomi.“Bed,” she commanded my wife. “I need a word with my son.”A word. She wanted a word?She was going to get a fucking word from me. I walked over to Naomi, took her hands, and found them trembling.“Go on,” I told her softly, pressing my lips to her forehead. “I will be there soon.”There was a flash of fear in her eyes, and I realized that it was fear for me. She was afrai
GavrilI stripped off my coat next and threw it so that it could join the tie. “None of your concern. I want to know why the embassy would care about a missing American.”The visit wasn’t common. If Naomi had been a senator’s daughter or some high-society princess, I could understand, but nothing in her background suggested either, and I wanted to know who would be looking for her.“Who did you tell?”“No one,” she answered, throwing up her hands. “I have no means to tell anyone even if I wanted to.”I stalked toward her, and she shrank back, causing me to pause. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Even agitated as I was, I wasn’t going to take it out on Naomi.Something flickered in her eyes before she looked away. “I know.”Was my mother right about her? Was she keeping secrets from me?Could Naomi ask me for anything, and I would be powerless to turn her down?“Then tell me,” I said. “Why was that man here tonight?”Naomi looked down and became silent. It took me a few moments before I rea
NaomiTwo weeks later“I don’t care what anyone says. When I go to America, I want to see the Hollywood sign.”I smiled at Katarina. “You can see it from the highway. It’s not hard to miss. And it looks smaller than you think.”“Well, I could not care less about the Hollywood sign,” Aleksandra replied haughtily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I want to see the actual sights, eat the local food. I’ve always wanted to try a real taco.”The girls launched into an argument about which was more important—tacos or the Hollywood sign—and I just shook my head, staring out of the window as the city of St. Petersburg passed by us in a blur. I couldn’t believe it when they said that they wanted to take me shopping. I was more shocked that Maria had given them permission to do so.I didn’t mind being with the two of them. I loved Gavril’s sisters. They were extensions of his family and were always full of exuberance that his mother didn’t have. They had made my time in Russia pleasant, and
Naomi“Can I ask you a question?” Katarina asked as the car finally pulled into a parking lot.“Sure,” I answered, looking for my purse. “Anything.”“Why do we call you Sveta when your name is Naomi?”I froze, looking at both girls. “What?”They exchanged glances themselves before Katarina rushed on. “We overheard that embassy worker that night. He called you Naomi.”I swallowed, carefully considering how to answer her question. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that I was Naomi and that Sveta was dead. But I knew that the moment I did that, I would be betraying Gavril’s trust and opening his secret up to the world.But I was tired of lying. I was tired of being the person who had this heavy secret on her shoulders and was forced to bear it alone.“I tell you what,” I said, lowering my voice. “Would you like to call me Naomi?”They both nodded, their eyes widening. “You mean like a code name?” Aleksandra asked, her voice hushed.It was my turn to nod. “Exactly. Like a code nam
GavrilI twirled the ice in my glass, debating whether or not to have another drink. We were still hours away from LAX. Naomi was sleeping in the chair across from me, but I couldn’t shut my body down.Hell, I hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since we had returned from the Mariinsky, and my body was starting to feel it. It was funny. Every time I returned to St. Petersburg, I wanted nothing but to leave. But each time I decided to leave, I wanted nothing more than to stay.This time would be no different. And there was no way I could ignore the growing tension that awaited me back in the States.The shipment was due at the docks soon, and I wanted to be there to hand it off to the brigadiers, to show them that I was serious about bringing them to my side and the lengths that I was willing to go to ensure their loyalty.I couldn’t trust anyone else with that shipment. Too many things had happened over the last few months for me to hand it off to anyone.So, I was taking Naomi home. I
NaomiI couldn’t help it. When he made reference to me being his wife, it did something to me. There was no one around right now, no reason for him to pretend, but I felt like Gavril was looking at me as Naomi, not Sveta, and that thrilled me to no end.After weeks of him being cold and distant, I didn’t feel it right now. He was warm, teasing even. And I wanted to freeze time for moments like this.Gavril’s lips were on my neck, lightly sucking on the sensitive spot right below my ear, and I shivered. “You like that,” he murmured against my skin, his hand now flattened against my side. “Don’t you?”I played with the slightly curling ends of his hair at the nape of his neck, angling my neck to give him better access. “I like a lot of things you do, Mr. Kirilenko.”His hand roamed up my side underneath my shirt, finding the lace edging of my bra. “Do you now?” he asked. “Care to share?”I gasped as his hand moved to the front of my chest, cupping my breast. “How about I tell you when y