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I coat her insides with my come. She takes every single drop. My lungs burn, but I don’t want to leave this moment.

Pulling her face to mine, I press my forehead to hers.

“Is that what you needed, sweetheart?” I whisper, trying to catch my breath.

“You know it was. You seem to know exactly what I need.”

I nod.

Because we were meant to be. She was right and now she’s mine.

CHAPTER 27

ANASTASIA

It feels sogood to be finally leaving the frozen wasteland of Russia.

Even better to be nestled in the warm embrace of my burly husband as we land in Las Vegas.

I can’t contain my excitement seeing the wide tarmac and buildings come into view.

“Which one is yours?” I ask with my nose pressing against the glass.

He lowers his face next to my cheek and points at a clump of imposing towers. “That one, my office sits in the center. And they’re ‘ours’, not just mine any longer.” He sits back, dropping his palm to squeeze my thigh.

I set mine over his knuckles. It’s like a third the size of his. The pink diamond of my ring shines in the midday sun streaking into the plane.

“When do I get to meet the rest of your family? I hope they’re nicer than your dad.” I give him a broad smile.

“Cute. We’ll get settled first, then you’ll get to meet all of yours.” The muscle in his temple clenches. “Even ones you didn’t expect.”

“What does that mean? Is that this ‘mystery’ person you keep talking about?” I wish he’d just open up.

I get that he has secrets. There can’t be anyone in his position without any.

Like who that woman was he had to meet up with yesterday. He wouldn’t tell me anything about her, or why he had to see her before we left.

He has a whole past I know nothing about.

But I’ll figure it out.

He carries our bags and stuffs them into the tiny trunk of his matte black sports car.

Opening the passenger door with a flourish, he stands back and takes my hand. “Let me take you to your new home. Then I’ll introduce you to everyone. They don’t even know I’m alive yet.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” The black seat is hot as hell sitting in the sun.

But it only takes a few moments before the air conditioner blows a cold breeze over me.

I get lost trying to pay attention to the turns and roads he takes before he pulls into a long driveway leading to a huge white house.

“Welcome home, my little iskorka. There’s someone you get to meet right away.” His eyes crinkle in the corners before he helps me out. “Let’s hope he likes you. He doesn’t generally take to strangers.”

He chuckles as he punches in a code near the entrance.

A bellowing bark echoes through the house that gets louder when Mikhail pushes into the dark, cool interior.

“Hades!”

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