Page 55 of Arranged to Marry the Bratva

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We are first taken into a suite room with two massage beds. As enticing as the suite looks, I have unfinished business to attend to. I take Anoushka’s hands, squeezing them gently. "You settle in. I'll be back soon."

Her brows furrow slightly. "Where are you going?"

"Just some arrangements I need to make." I brush my lips over her knuckles. "Relax. I’ll be back soon. You need to rest."

She searches my face as if sensing I'm not telling her everything. But after a moment, her expression softens. "If you insist." She stands on her toes, kissing my cheek. "But don't be long."

"I'll be back before you know it." With great reluctance, I leave Anoushka to enjoy the spa. But my mind is racing, thoughts of our mysterious tail swirling as I make my way down the hall.

I find the spa receptionist and give her a warm smile. "Did you notice anyone else arriving shortly after us?"

Her brow furrows, shaking her head. "My apologies, but you were our only guests this morning."

"I see." I rub my jaw, gaze sliding to the windows. The villa is secluded and sheltered by a canopy of trees. But that also provides ample cover if someone wanted to spy unseen.

My hands clench at the thought, a surge of protectiveness rushing through me—no one spies on Anoushka. No one threatens what's mine. I stride toward the front entrance, scanning the winding road outside.

There. A glint of light in the distance, the sun reflecting off a car window. I narrow my eyes, heart pounding as I glimpse a hooded figure behind the wheel.

Watching. Waiting.

My jaw hardens. It seems I have a rat to flush out.

I pick up the phone and call my security, letting them know where we are. “I need a tail on us at all times,” I say. “Be at the location I’m sending you by tomorrow morning to follow us home.”

And then, I head back to our suite.

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After Anoushka finishes getting a head massage, our therapists, Emma and Lyra, help us into towels and onto the massage beds, face down. The lights are dimmed, the scent of massage oils takes over, and with the sensation of deft and firm fingers on our backs, we drift off to the sound of gentle, soft music in the background.

Just before our massages are over, we are woken gently and led to a different part of our suite, where we find a spacious stone room with arched windows letting in streams of golden sunlight. A large jacuzzi bubbles in the center, with scented oils and petals floating on the surface.

Our therapists leave us here, stating they shall wait outside our suite, should we need them.

Anoushka gasps. "It's lovely!" She turns to me, eyes sparkling as she throws down her towel and stands in front of me, completely naked. "Join me?"

Heat flickers in my veins at the invitation in her voice, at the swell of her breasts. My gaze slowly dances down her body, at the sharpness of her collarbones, the pink stubs on her breasts, the gentle curves of her hips, the parting of her lips, and I find myself wanting to throw her against the wall, claim her as mine.

But, she carries my child. I can’t risk hurting her or the baby.

For now, the Jacuzzi will do.

I drop my towel to my feet and she walks over, her curves moving gracefully, as she takes my hand and turns to lead me to the water. Honestly, I’m completely awestruck by the perfectly shaped apples of her ass, and reach forward, gently grazing them with my thumbs. I feel her shudder under my touch, and she arches into me, turning back to give me a sultry look, her hair falling down her breasts.

“Into the water. Now,” I growl.

She giggles, and I hold her hand as support while she gets in, her divinely naked form hiding under the swirling mist.

I slip into the jacuzzi right after her, pulling Anoushka onto my lap.

"You're in a mood," she murmurs, tracing my jaw. Her fingertips leave a trail of fire in their wake.

"Just thinking of how I'm going to have you all to myself today." I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, and her soft moan goes straight to my groin. I grip her hips, grinding her against my hardening length, but never really entering. I feel her gasping, panting, trying to part her legs for me. "Maybe I'll keep you all to myself forever."

"That’s not the worst idea," she teases, nails scraping down my chest. I groan, desire and possessiveness warring within me. I want to lose myself in Anoushka, in the haven of her body.

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