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“Wait, can I have a vodka? I want something stronger.”

I pull her in front of me and cage her in against the bar.

“Make that two, please,” I shout to the bartender.

He slides them across the smooth wood and I toss down a few bucks.

Picking up both of the shot glasses, I hand one to Ana.

“Na zdorov’ye,to health.”I clink my drink against hers.

“Na zdorov’ye,to health,”she replies quietly. Damn, her soft Russian accent makes me want to throw her across the bar and ravish her.

Lifting up the bottom of my balaclava, I quickly toss the liquid in my mouth and let it burn down my throat, slamming the glass down.

Ana takes a small sip and coughs.

“Either swallow it all or spit it in my mouth. We don’t waste good vodka.”

She turns her nose up and hands me the shot.

“The smell of it is making me feel sick. I can’t.”

I tilt my head, this isn’t the first time in the last few days she’s complained about not feeling well. I’m glad the grin is hidden under my mask.

I toss back her shot. If I’m right, she doesn’t need alcohol anyways.

“Do you come here often?” she asks, batting her lashes.

I run my hands up her sides.

“Do you use that pick up line often, baby?” I whisper in her ear.

She shakes her head, running her palms up my chest. Fuck, just that touch alone sets me on fire.

“But to answer your question, I don’t. Only for work or to see Enzo. Not interested otherwise, only now if I’m bringing my hot as sin wife here to play with.” I wink and she blushes.

“Good boy.” She licks her lips and I pin her with a stare.

“Did I not teach you a good enough lesson about calling me that, hmm?”

She pouts at me and strokes her fingers through my curls.

“Maybe not, I guess. Maybe this student requires some extra lessons?”

“Fuck, Ana,” I groan.

Leaning in, I rest my chin on her shoulder, inhaling her floral perfume.

“I need to bury myself inside you now.”

She turns her head, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“Lead the way, sir.”

CHAPTER 47

ANASTASIA

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