All Chapters of DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[IVAN]I stomp my way down the long hallway, leading to the bank of elevators where more of my men are already waiting for me. I frown at each of them, wondering what has made them so attentive all of a sudden.“What’s happening?” I ask Igor, before we both come to a stop and wait for the elevator that would apparently take four more floors to reach us.“About that,” Igor says, and it’s obvious from the concerning look on his face that something isn’t right.Of course, I already know that. If that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t have barged in on Ana and me the way he did. But the fact that the main door was already broken, and my phone was on silent, knocking on the bedroom door was the only option for him to get my attention. I get that. Perhaps that’s why he still has both his legs and arms.I slide my hands into my pant pockets, not able to change my spoiled mood. I swear to God if someone tried to waste my time right now, I would ship them to the North Pole without a damn second th

[IVAN]“Ana, I won’t repeat myself. Go back inside and change,” I said for the third time, barely holding myself from taking matters into my own hands.An hour ago, I had asked Ana to get ready for dinner. It was our last day in Kazan, and I was hoping to spend some quality time with her.After spending my entire day discussing security details with Igor and hours upon hours of interrogation with Nikolai, I was beyond tired to even think of any more work. I just wanted Ana and me to go out and spend some time together. It had been a long time, after all, since I took her to a romantic dinner or a nice place that I knew she would like.But of course, because she’s Ana, she already had an excuse prepared: the classic “I don’t have anything nice to wear.”So, I did what I thought was reasonable enough. I made a few calls and arranged some dresses for her.However, to my absolute horror, Ana chose to wear the shortest one of all. A black dress with lace work, that’s all I’m saying. Not to

[IVAN]“I hope this clears up everything,” Zarubina Stepanova says—the headmistress of Moscow’s Imperial Boys’ School—bringing my attention back to hers.Let’s just say, it’s been impossible to focus on anything other than my wife looking like a walking death sentence to my sanity. It’s been more than an hour since she walked into the hotel’s bar. Despite my efforts to not fall for her snare to fuck me up, I couldn’t help but follow her to the bar like some lovesick puppy who can’t find his way around.I’ll have to agree, Ana is definitely not the same old Ana anymore. She’s bolder now, doesn’t back away from taking risks, and doesn’t mind messing with me, despite being aware of the atrocities I’m very much capable of. I can’t deny that such changes in her are almost sexy. They make me even hotter for her. And I can’t help but imagine her reaction if she learns of all the new wild things I want to do to her.Today or tomorrow—this way or that—she’ll have to give in to me. That’s one t

[ANASTASIA]It all boils down to the fact that I can’t deny that this man—this man that I call my husband, the father of my kids—still has a piece of my broken heart. No matter how little or more, he still holds some power over me and that can’t be turned a blind eye to.He can twist it as he pleases. He can play all kinds of games with it that only he enjoys. And all I can do is watch him destroy me because what else could a woman do at the hands of a man she’s crazy about?The funny thing is, I don’t want to have all these feelings about him. I don’t want to care.But I do have those feelings and I do care. And I can claim all I want. I can blame him all I want. But the truth remains the same you can’t fight with your own heart. Especially the one that’s broken. Because a broken heart has as many voices as its shattered pieces. And they all hurt differently. And when the pain becomes unbearable, the only choice is to surrender, because who in the world wants constant pain, right?Do

[ANASTASIA]“And you’re sure about that?”I swear to God, he’s testing my patience. “Yes! Just fuck me, Ivan! Please!”I hear him laugh, followed by a hard slap across my butt. “Did I tell you to scream yet?”I shake my head, biting my lip, and though my face heats up, I love the warm sensation on my butt.He looks pleased with my response before he helps me sit up and unties my hands.Thank Goodness. I would have died if he had continued to torture me like that.Before I know my palms are planted against his hard, chiseled chest. A thrill runs down my spine at the way his muscles tighten under my touch.“And this is all mine?” I ask as if in a daze, my voice barely above a whisper.He grabs my hand and moves it lower, his eyes holding me captive until he curls my fingers around his thick, veiny cock.“It has always been yours, baby