Page 81 of Mafia King's Bride

“How was your day,kotyonok?” I ask in an even voice while I pull the gown up her thighs, dragging it slowly so the material caresses her skin.

“Mm,” she murmurs. “It was okay. I had a client who said one of yourpakhanfriends referred him.”

I pull away slightly to look at her face. “Did he give you a name?”

“Roman,” Ana responds. “The dude made a deal with the Italian Mafia, and now they’re coming for him.”

I know Roman, and I know he’s smart enough to know where his business starts and ends.

But—

I tilt Ana’s chin, staring into her eyes. “I hope it’s nothing that’ll get you in trouble?”

She pokes out her bottom lip. “I’ll make sure of it. Also,” her hand trails down, fingers gliding across my erection, “I can count on you to watch my back, right?”

The things she does to me.

“Damn right,” I grunt as I capture her lips in an intimate, deep kiss, sliding my tongue in, nipping her lower lip, and kneading her ass while I tilt my hips against her stomach.

I’m about to take her to bed when we hear a knock on the door.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Yelena’s voice comes through the door. “But it’s time for dinner. I didn’t want to bother you two, but Viktor is here, and I thought we could all eat together.”

“We’ll be down in a minute,” I call out.

Hearing Yelena’s retreating footsteps, I turn to Ana again, pulling her snug against my body. She mutters a surprised “oh” and ends up laughing. I tilt my hips forward, and a needy sigh slips past her lips.

“We can have dessert later,” I say.

“Mm,” she murmurs.

“I’ll even be civil to your father,” I throw in, mostly because I would do anything to see her happy.

Her eyes widen and then narrow a fraction. “Really? After everything?”

The astonishment written on her face makes me laugh. “I’ll think about it,” I amend, ending the conversation with a kiss against the hollow of her temple and my lips tracing the line of her cheekbone.

Her fists knot in my shirt, and my lips are on hers feverishly, coaxing moans and heavy breathing while I take it deeper, feeling my pulse race in my chest.

There’s nothing like needing Ana. It consumes the mind and replenishes the soul.

“Now or later?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

“Now,” she whispers.

I lift her in my arms, bridal style. “Your wish is my command, my love.”

THIRTY-ONE

ANA

Seeing my father twice in one week? It feels strange after months of radio silence. We’re suddenly doing the whole father-daughter bonding thing.

Color me surprised.

“Dochka,” Papa says, arms open wide. I hug him back, but it feels about as natural as a fish riding a bicycle. How exactly does one hug the father who’s been MIA for months?

He plants a kiss on my cheek, all misty-eyed. “I didn’t know how much I missed you until you left that day.”

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