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She pushes back and looks up at me.

“I’m proud of you. I think you got the message across.”

My chest swells and I guide the back of my hand gently over her cheek.

“I love you, pretty girl. No one touches my wife.”

She rises onto her tiptoes and presses her lips on mine through the fabric.

“Do I get to stab anyone that touches you too?” she asks playfully.

Zara giggles behind us. I assume she’s probably a woman who has done something like that for Frankie.

“Yes, baby. I’ll even hand you the damn knife.”

“Can I start with Zoya the next time she puts her disgusting hands on your shoulder?”

I can’t help but laugh at her comment.

My feisty girl.

I need to be careful she doesn’t. Zoya is really pushing it with us both. She barely survived the drowning episode.

“I’ll take care of it, I promise.” I tell her.

“Good. Because I’m sick to death of her.”

I lean in and rub my hands down her back and rest them on her ass.

“Can you still feel my come dripping out of you?” I whisper against her ear, feeling the heat of her blushing radiating off her.

“Yes. I wish I wore panties.”

I groan, remembering the fact her perfect pussy is exposed.

“You are my wife. The woman with my DNA dripping out of her in a room full of hundreds of my associates. You own my heart, pretty girl. You always will. You have nothing to ever worry about.”

She nods with a small smile.

I know there are niggling doubts, mainly from Zoya’s spiteful words.

Looks like I’ll just have to keep proving myself to her, I’ll do that for the rest of my life.

She is it for me.

CHAPTER 44

ANASTASIA

I didn’t expectthat seeing Mikhail pound that man’s face against the bar would turn me on so much.

It makes me want to feel him inside me again. He’s been holding back for so long, torturing me, that I just want to catch up.

“Hey, big man?” I let my fingers work under the seam of his shirt. “Weren’t you going to show me where the library is?” Batting my eyelashes, I hope he gets the hint.

His jaw clenches beneath his mask making the little muscle at his temple pop as he scans the room.

“What’s the matter?” I try to see what he’s looking at, but his gaze keeps shifting.

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