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you.”
“I also like it when you are sweet. Like when you are on your knees before me, your ass red from my hand, your nipples poking out from my attentions, and your eyes are pleading with me to fuck your mouth. So adorable, so eager to please her Master. I cannot wait to feel you come all over my cock.”
A strangled whimper of need escaped from her that made Alex chuckle and broke the mood between them. She gave him a smack on the arm and tried to pretend she wasn’t ready to screw his brains out. Sheesh, her panties were already soaked.
Looking out the dark window, she frowned at the sight of buildings in the distance getting closer. Tension was starting to build in her again and she tried to distract herself. Freaking out about what might happen wasn’t going to help her survive anything they might face. Years of being reliant only on herself gave her a deeper well of strength than she’d had when she’d been married to Alex.
“So we’re in Moscow?”
“Small city on outskirts. What I believe Americans call suburbs. Will be at our apartment in forty minutes. Had to take detour.”
“Because of the ambush?”
“Yes.”
Her stomach growled and without looking up from his phone, he pointed at the side of the limo. “Food is there, and drink.”
While she munched on a ham sandwich that was surprisingly good, and fed Alex bits of food when he could take a bite, she listened to him talking on his phone and noticed that he didn’t seem to be holding anything back. In fact, as he spoke about questioning one of the men that had been in the attempted ambush, he ordered his men to torture the would-be assassin. She’d sucked in a breath at the easy way those evil words rolled from his lips, but her conflicted guilt eased when he talked to who she thought was Maks about using the instruments of torture they’d found in the van their enemies had been driving, along with shackles. Knowing that a fate worse than death had probably been their intent, she didn’t feel all that bad about the same devices they’d planned on harming her with being used on them instead.
He also talked to his uncle Petrov a great deal, but those conversations didn’t make much sense to her. She had a feeling a lot of what he said was code and gave up trying to figure out what they were talking about. Dimitri called as well, and she’d even had a chance to chat again with a very pissed-off Gwen. Her nanny had freaked out on her for a good ten minutes about what an asshole Krom was and how he wouldn’t tell her anything about what was going on, before she calmed down enough for Jessica to explain the truth about Alex. When she did, Gwen let out a scream that was lound enough to make Jessica almost drop the phone, then asked her a million questions before their conversation got cut off by an incoming call for her husband.
She hadn’t been able to talk to Tatiana because her daughter was sleeping while the plane refueled, but Gwen sent her a picture of the little girl curled up, surprisingly enough, on Krom’s lap and covered in a pink blanket while the large man held her with obvious affection.
Gwen also added the following caption to the image: Despite the fact that he looks like an evil version of Wolverine and is a complete and utterly bossy dick, Tatiana adores him and vice versa.
Alex had lingered with fascination over the image, enlarging it so he could study their daughter’s sleeping face.
“She is so beautiful,” he murmured. “Like an angel.”
Snorting, she shook her head then ran her fingers through his hair, unable to stop touching him. “Remember that you called her that. Your little angel has quite a temper on her when she doesn’t get her way, and can manipulate adults like you wouldn’t believe by being cute. She can also be a right stubborn pain in the butt. Wonder which side of the family she gets that from?”
The droll but warm look he gave her vanished when his phone rang again. He answered it,
“I also like it when you are sweet. Like when you are on your knees before me, your ass red from my hand, your nipples poking out from my attentions, and your eyes are pleading with me to fuck your mouth. So adorable, so eager to please her Master. I cannot wait to feel you come all over my cock.”
A strangled whimper of need escaped from her that made Alex chuckle and broke the mood between them. She gave him a smack on the arm and tried to pretend she wasn’t ready to screw his brains out. Sheesh, her panties were already soaked.
Looking out the dark window, she frowned at the sight of buildings in the distance getting closer. Tension was starting to build in her again and she tried to distract herself. Freaking out about what might happen wasn’t going to help her survive anything they might face. Years of being reliant only on herself gave her a deeper well of strength than she’d had when she’d been married to Alex.
“So we’re in Moscow?”
“Small city on outskirts. What I believe Americans call suburbs. Will be at our apartment in forty minutes. Had to take detour.”
“Because of the ambush?”
“Yes.”
Her stomach growled and without looking up from his phone, he pointed at the side of the limo. “Food is there, and drink.”
While she munched on a ham sandwich that was surprisingly good, and fed Alex bits of food when he could take a bite, she listened to him talking on his phone and noticed that he didn’t seem to be holding anything back. In fact, as he spoke about questioning one of the men that had been in the attempted ambush, he ordered his men to torture the would-be assassin. She’d sucked in a breath at the easy way those evil words rolled from his lips, but her conflicted guilt eased when he talked to who she thought was Maks about using the instruments of torture they’d found in the van their enemies had been driving, along with shackles. Knowing that a fate worse than death had probably been their intent, she didn’t feel all that bad about the same devices they’d planned on harming her with being used on them instead.
He also talked to his uncle Petrov a great deal, but those conversations didn’t make much sense to her. She had a feeling a lot of what he said was code and gave up trying to figure out what they were talking about. Dimitri called as well, and she’d even had a chance to chat again with a very pissed-off Gwen. Her nanny had freaked out on her for a good ten minutes about what an asshole Krom was and how he wouldn’t tell her anything about what was going on, before she calmed down enough for Jessica to explain the truth about Alex. When she did, Gwen let out a scream that was lound enough to make Jessica almost drop the phone, then asked her a million questions before their conversation got cut off by an incoming call for her husband.
She hadn’t been able to talk to Tatiana because her daughter was sleeping while the plane refueled, but Gwen sent her a picture of the little girl curled up, surprisingly enough, on Krom’s lap and covered in a pink blanket while the large man held her with obvious affection.
Gwen also added the following caption to the image: Despite the fact that he looks like an evil version of Wolverine and is a complete and utterly bossy dick, Tatiana adores him and vice versa.
Alex had lingered with fascination over the image, enlarging it so he could study their daughter’s sleeping face.
“She is so beautiful,” he murmured. “Like an angel.”
Snorting, she shook her head then ran her fingers through his hair, unable to stop touching him. “Remember that you called her that. Your little angel has quite a temper on her when she doesn’t get her way, and can manipulate adults like you wouldn’t believe by being cute. She can also be a right stubborn pain in the butt. Wonder which side of the family she gets that from?”
The droll but warm look he gave her vanished when his phone rang again. He answered it,
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