Page 16 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

There was a long silence, and then she was gently pulled back down onto the bed. “Go back to sleep, Engel. I will turn the TV on.”

The sounds of late night television distracted her and she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 10

Alex stared at the spot where Anna had appeared. She didn’t seem as confused or frightened this time. Maybe because he’d trimmed his beard and combed his hair.

It had been months since she’d visited, and he’d almost not bothered to make himself presentable that morning, but something had whispered that he should bother.

God, the hurt in her eyes made his heart ache. It was killing him, sitting in his room and doing nothing. But there was nothing he could do. Not unless he wanted his men beaten again.

After she’d visited the last time, he’d sunk into a deep depression and the men had plotted another escape plan behind his back. It had gone wrong. Horribly wrong.

He’d protested, saying he couldn’t risk someone else dying. They hadn’t listened and someone else had died. Jason. The same terrible way Michael and Jesse had died.

Then, the guards had beaten Seth, Tony, Greg, and Erich, and forced Alex to watch. They were still in bed, recovering. He wasn’t sure Erich would ever walk again. Not without a doctor’s help, and Vitaly was not willing to allow the surgery his cousin needed.

Once everyone had recovered, he would make them swear there would never be another escape attempt. He had to trust that his family was taking care of Anna, and that someday they would be free. But he wouldn’t risk another man dying. Or being beaten within an inch of his life.

He stood and stared out the window again, closing his eyes as a breeze brushed his cheek. The weather had turned warm and he was thankful his window opened. It had been nailed shut until recently. They weren’t allowed outside anymore.

Chapter 11

Anna woke to an empty bed the next morning. A white hotel robe lay across the foot of the bed, and she slipped it on before wandering out to the living room. Kurt and Wilhelm sat on the couch, talking quietly and drinking coffee. A plate of fruit and pastries sat on the coffee table in front of them.

Kurt smiled up at her. “Guten Morgen, Engel.”

“Hi.” She gave him a shy smile.

Kurt held out his hand and she sat between him and Wilhelm on the couch, curled up against Kurt’s chest. Her heart felt as if it would explode with happiness. Kurt had made her feel so good the previous night. He was still an incredible lover.

“Anna, how would you like to come to Germany for a few weeks?” Wilhelm asked.

Anna blinked. She’d told herself she never wanted to go back there. But now... she wasn’t so sure. After all, Kurt would have to be going back soon. He couldn’t leave his children for long.

“I . . . don’t know.”

Kurt nuzzled her ear. “I would love it if you came home with us.”

She smiled, her heart softening at his words. “Maybe...”

Kurt kissed her behind the ear and she sighed. Oh, what would it be like to be with him all the time? He put his hand on her hip and massaged the area just above her hipbone that he had discovered was so sensitive last night.

“Are you trying to seduce me into saying yes?”

Both men chuckled.

“Is it working?” Kurt asked in a low, seductive voice.

“Maybe...” She moaned as his hand moved down to her thigh and under her robe. His fingers trailed up her inner thigh and brushed against her outer pussy lips.

Her eyes closed as his fingers found her clit and slowly circled it, making her moan and squirm. She half opened her eyes to see Wilhelm watching Kurt’s hand intently.

He met her gaze and cleared his throat. “I should leave you two alone...” He stood, but Anna grabbed his hand.

“Why?”

“It is not right for me to be lusting after you when... you and Kurt are getting along so well.”

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