Page 50 of Deceitful Promises

I can show you, I almost say, but I can’t push her. The hunger in me tries to make me do it, tries to make me tell her to get on her knees, open her perfect mouth, get ready to take the bulging end of my cock. Then it’s like she can read the look in my eyes and panics.

“It’s fine,” I growl, consciously trying to change my tone. “Really.”

“Maybe this never happened. Maybe I was sleepwalking anyway.”

“No, it happened. We’re not pretending it didn’t, but I’ll never pressure you, Ania.”

Even if some part of me wants to, I could use psychological techniques to convince her to give herself to me. But I’d die before I did that. It doesn’t make much sense, considering how long we’ve known each other, but I already feel more protective over her than I ever could’ve believed before I held her in my arms, before we kissed, before I heard her pleasure-filled moans.

“Go back to sleep,” I say.

“Are you sure?”

“You don’t owe me a damn thing. Hearing your perfect moans as you gave yourself to the release was enough for me.”

For now, I think, but don’t say.

The following day, I leave before Ania is awake. I have work to do, and being close to her will only make it more difficult to hold back. In another life, I’d happily stay in bed with her all day. As I take a shower, I close off my mind to the memory of her twitching and moaning; at least, I try to. I fail. Fail hard.

I end up pumping my hand up and down my slick cock just like last time, exploding my release all over the shower wall.

Dad is waiting for me on the balcony, where he likes to spend most of his mornings.

“Heading to your meeting with the Bratva?”

I nod. “The Sokolovs and I, working side by side. Who would’ve guessed it?”

“How’s Anna doing?” he asks.

“She’s handling it better than many women her age would. She’s a strong person. Far stronger than she realizes.”

“That’s because she has you to support her.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” he retorts.

“You and Molly … It’s like you’re trying to set me up with my stepsister.”

“Stepsister?” Dad says, shaking his head. “Maybe in name, but not really. I’ve just never seen you like this before.”

“Like what? What are we even talking about?”

“You’re cold, Aiden. You can turn on the charm when you need to. You’re an effective operator, but you’re cold. Except, lately, you don’t seem that way.”

“I’m going to be late,” I tell him, turning away.

It’s like they’ve both gone insane. I don’t know what they expect me to say or think when they make hints like that. I must seem different somehow in a way I’m not aware of. Both Molly and Dad have been dropping hints for a while that they’d like me to find somebody and settle down, but my stepsister?

I leave the apartment, trailed by two cars filled with security as I drive across the city. Yesterday, while Ania was sleeping off the shock, the Sokolovs and I arranged a meeting with Roman Kozlov. The man seemed motivated by money, so it’ll be interesting to see how he reacts when he realizes the only thing I’m willing to give him is a mouthful of broken teeth for what he did.

I park outside the mall, nodding to the security guys as they pan out and surround the area. There will be more men inside, too, ready if the Kozlovs try anything foolish. Even the most hardened criminals know better than to try anything in high-risk areas like this. The Feds would be all over it.

The Sokolov brothers are waiting for me in the corner of the food court. Men after my own heart, at least how they scan the surroundings, both of them with their backs to the wall. It feels odd walking over to them, knowing what I did last night, the taste of their sister’s mouth still on mine, the feel of her clit against my hand, the sound of her release playing over and over in my head.

“Gentleman,” I say, putting my back to the wall, too. It must make for a strange sight, but habits are difficult to break.

“Aiden,” Dimitri says, nodding.

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