Page 62 of Unleashed

My brows rise in mild surprise. “Kinjal?”

“Mmm. It’s beautiful and well-crafted. A ceremonial one for his collection. He’s older now, you know. Semyon suggested it.”

“Alright,” I say, my hands in my pocket. “But no more weapons without asking me first.”

She looks like she’s going to roll her eyes but thinks better of it.

I knew making her learn to yield would come, eventually.

“He’s headstrong, Anissa.”

“Yes, but he’s come a long way. You said so yourself.”

He has. It took a firm hand and a long time, but he’s getting there.

“What else?”

“Oh, a nice watch. Something masculine, something he can really rely on. It’s a good one, not too extravagant but practical and mature and has all these smartwatch capabilities.”

“Nice.”

“Got him some fancy sneakers, special edition.”

I raise a brow at her.

“They’re cool. He doesn’t always wear all black and boots or suits, likesomeoneI know.”

I scratch my chin. “You want me to wear sneakers?”

She swallows and licks her lips, her voice husky. “I’d get on my knees and do whatever you asked just to see you wearing sneakers and a baseball cap on backward.” Wordlessly, she flexes her fingers over my bicep.

I stare at her so long that she finally giggles. “Are you serious?” I ask her.

She breathes out a sigh and leans on the railing. “Deadserious.”

Alright, then. Strange, but that’s fine. She’s so damn adorable leaning against the rail I can’t help but crook a finger at her. “Come here.”

She’s in my arms in two steps. I kiss her cheek and run my hand along the back of her neck. She breathes into me, a half sigh, halfmoan. “You’re such a good girl looking after everyone.” I whisper in her ear, “Now I’m going to look afteryou.Touch yourself.”

Her eyes grow wide. “Here? Rafail, are you serious?”

I feel my lips curve into a frown. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

“No one’s here,” I whisper. “Zoya and Rodion are downstairs. I checked the cameras before we left the room. I wanted to see who knocked on the door.”

I hold her to me, bracing her, as she obediently slides a hand under her dress and tugs her panties down. Her mouth drops open, and her eyes go half-lidded as she strokes her pussy. “Good girl,” I whisper, shoving my hand beside hers and taking over. I stroke until her back arches, and she’s breathing heavily. “Remember that.” I pull my hand aside. “Behave, and you’ll see how well I’ll reward you.”

“Rafail,” she moans, slumping against me. “You’rekillingme.”

“So dramatic,” I say, giving her a sharp but playful slap to the ass. “Now go downstairs.”

Turns out she didn’t just get him fancy, expensive sneakers he fairly drools over, a new watch, and a knife. He has packages in a tower so high they wobble before he opens them. She went all out—new clothes, some kind of motorcycle helmet for when he rides, luxury headphones, and new boxing gloves. Tickets to a concert and to get his car detailed. Her eyes dance as he opens one gift at a time.

Zoya watches with a smile on her face as she prepares waffles and bacon, his favorite.

“You spoiled him,” I say, shaking my head, though I’m not really disapproving.

“It’s alright to be spoiled on your birthday.”

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