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“Did you enjoy that?”

Judging by her post-orgasm smile, I know the answer.

“Hmmm, was so nice. Might need a nap before we go again.”

“Lemme get you cleaned up and put some ointment on your ass, then we can relax for a bit before we go again.”

She rolls onto her front and wiggles her butt in the air. I wince looking at the marks.

“You’re going to be sore, baby. But the red looks great on you.” I wink at her.

It really does.

Anastasia covered in my marks is a sight to behold.

CHAPTER 49

ANASTASIA

I pullthe blanket away from my neck as I wake up from my nap with a yawn. A smile beams on my face. Aww, he must have tucked me in. I vaguely remember him pressing a kiss on my forehead as I was drifting off. I’m so damn tired all the time at the moment. I thought perhaps jet lag, but there is no way this would go on for so long.

It’s probably the fact Miki keeps me up all hours of the night, bending me around like a pretzel. Kicking off the blanket, I stand with a stretch and look at myself in the floor-standing mirror opposite the bed. Ruffling my fingers through my hair to make the curls bounce, I swipe on some clear gloss. I think about putting on some leggings, but I bet big man will like seeing me in his shirt, even if it is more like a dress.

I’m giddy as I head down the stairs, almost with a skip in my step, thinking about wrapping my arms about my husband. That still feels strange to say, but it feels right. He is mine.

That smile is wiped straight off my face when I hear her voice. My nose wrinkles and my fists clench. That high-pitchednoise she makes when she laughs is as annoying as a tire screeching. My blood boils. Why is she here? Again?

Doesn’t she see she’s a fucking third wheel here and is not welcome? I don’t think I could have made it more obvious. Plastering on a fake smile, I can’t let her see I’m annoyed. I’ll kill the bitch with kindness… for now. I’ve pictured strangling her to death when she smirks at me. Drowning her in a pool wasn’t enough. It’s a shame Lara pulled me off.

As I round the corner to the kitchen, Mikhail is resting against the counter with his enormous arms crossed over his chest. As I cast my gaze to the kitchen island, my blood fucking boils.

She’s sitting there, drinking out ofmycoffee mug, licking her lips and fake laughing atmyhusband. Her eyes meet mine across the room briefly and she doesn’t acknowledge me. Her attention is straight back on Mikhail as she stands. Of course she has her tits on the verge of falling out of her tight white top.

Cringe.

I tug on the hem of Miki’s shirt and clear my throat, just as that piercing cackle comes out of that vile woman’s mouth. Mikhail’s dark eyes burn into mine and a blush spreads over my cheeks. A single look from him and I melt on the spot.

His eyes crease under the mask. He’s smiling at me and my heart races.

“Iskorka.” He motions me over to him with his hand, never breaking eye contact.

I can feel her gaze burning into the side of my head and I can’t help but smirk. Not that I bother to even look at her.

I step in front of Miki and wrap my arms around his waist. He instantly returns the embrace. I bite down on my lip as he brushes my hair away from my ear and leans down. The fabric of his mask brushing against my skin.

“Fuck, pretty girl, you’re in my shirt. I need you to stay exactly where you are to hide how turned on I am by you,” he whispers in my ear.

I turn my face into him as he tugs me closer, his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I’m desperate for him. I want him so badly, it’s infuriating he can’t fuck me on the counter. Becausesheis here. I’ve had enough. I want to fuck my husband when and where I want, not be confined to our damn bedroom.

“Tell me what you’d do.” I rub my body against his.

“I’d throw you over that island, push up that shirt, pull your panties to the side and fuck you with my tongue first.”

I squeeze my thighs together as his fingers dig into my waist. My body is tingling as I picture him on his knees for me. Fuck. I bite back a groan.

“Well, maybe, if we didn’t have a guest in our house so much, I’d be able to get down on my knees right now and sort that big problem for you out.” I can’t hide how pissed off and horny I am in my voice.

“She’s going in a minute,” he says, this time louder. Oh, perfect.

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