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“Do you love me?”

“Da.Always.” His grip tightens around my butt, and his kiss to my knee is much more emphatic. “No matter what happens going forward, you need to know that I’veneverstopped loving you, regardless of everything.”

That definitely has me concerned about what my memories will bring back. I’ve already had thoughts that I’m the bad guy in our story, and those thoughts come right back. “Do I love you?”

“I cannot know what’s in another’s heart. You wouldn’t have to ask me if I loved you otherwise, right?”

“Was yesterday the first time I told you I loved you?” God, I hope not. I said it based on an assumption. He’s my husband, so it only made sense. But I would never want to say it if I wasn’t honest about it.

He grins up at me. “Of course not. It has...” He exhales, nods to himself, reassuring himself before he continues his thought. “It has been a long time. But you meant it the first time you said it to me, six years ago, and I thought you meant it yesterday, too.”

“What if I didn’t?”

“I suppose we’ll have to make sure that you mean it next time, then,” he says as he gives my chair a tug away from the table, unties my bathrobe, and parts my thighs.

“Vasily! What about everything that’s going on right now?”

“Ana, I didn’t make it all the way up to the fortieth floor without having a bunch of men beneath me to handle issues. Now shut up and let me eat my wife’s pussy.”

“Vasily.”

“Moya zhena.”

“You were eating strawberries. I don’t want my vagina to go into anaphylactic shock.”

Chapter 12

Vasily

“You little liar!”Ana hisses.

I jolt upright on the sofa, horrified that Ana’s finally gotten a real memory back. I can see the way she’s been processing things differently the last few days. I took her to church on Sunday, and even though it was a different church from the one I took her to in Flagstaff, I think the Russian Orthodox service actually churned more memories than if I’d taken her to one of the thousands of Catholic churches she would have been more familiar with.

I do attend this church. The Russian one. Not often, and never before without Kostya, who’s gone to New Mexico to deal with some shipping issue he’s told me not to worry about. This church was a solace when I first came here from Flagstaff and had only Kostya and Janson with me. There was nothing of home, and regardlessof everything that’s happened in my life, the concept ofhomehas always been high value for me.

Ana is home, and I’ve given up fighting that, just like I’ve given up the idea that she’ll never get her memories back. I should probably give up the lies and admit that I was never her husband, just the man who agreed to marry her when she asked, only to cut ties the moment I got promoted. It was meant to protect her. Clearly, it failed, and I’ll do better this time. I just need to convince her to stay, which will be easier if my baby grows in her.

I may have run out of time.

And of course it’s going to be when Ana is about to swallow my cock right down her beautiful throat.

She pops her head up, and that is an iron fucking grip she has on my cock as she pushes her thumb hard enough just below the remaining piercing that I’m about to pop off myself.

If she’s about to call me out on every fucking lie I’ve told her this week, I hope she’s ready for me to blow my load all over her as she does it because I’m right on the edge.

“The counting?Odin? Dva? Chiter?”

Okay, that was one, two, four, and if I’m actually translating that, it’s one, two, cheater, but I’m not going to correct her.

“Vasily, I see all the scars here! Did you take a bunch of piercings out?”

“Da,yeah.” I swear she’s been wrecking my English. But I catch her pupils dilating and her color rising when I speak in Russian, and it’s hard to ignore that positive reinforcement.

“Why? Am I counting this right?” she leans close enough to my dick I’m hoping she’ll lick it just once— and that she’ll enjoy the ensuing facial— and she has to feel the way it jerks in her handas she touches every single dimple left behind, but then she just keeps a casual hand on it as she decides on six piercings. “What is happening here? Why did you get these to begin with?”

“It was long before you. And then you came into the picture and I...”used them to count each year that passed,but that’s even more insane saying it directly to her.

“I made you take them out?” she gasps, shocked.

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