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But what is to be done now ensures the rest of our lives are peaceful, that our family is safe, and this isn’t a task I can delegate.

This is personal, and I’m not going along for the ride. I’m going alone to do this…myself.

CHAPTER 10

Kennedy

I stare at the clock on the wall, lying in the bed that Kirill made me his not twenty-four hours ago. We had reckless sex and tender love. We had hours together and I want that back. I don’t want him gone, and thoughts of what might happen to him dance in my head when I’d rather be dancing privately with him, in the nude, here in his room.

Our room.

The thought of it still sends chills up my spine. It’s so new and so fast, and so unlike anything I could have ever expected.

And I need to set some expectations for myself and act like an adult, despite my mere eighteen years of life experience.

Earlier a few of the girls came by and said hello. They were extremely friendly this time and offered to take time for us to get to know one another. I didn’t commit because I wasn’t sure what Kirill would say. It makes me realize I need to stand on my own two feet and make decisions for myself, despite being the woman of such a powerful man.

I don’t want to be a kept woman, I want to make my own achievements, to spread my wings and fly on my own. And I know I will, once Kirill does what he needs to do and returns and everything becomes clear.

As I look at the floor and see the oversized mirror that fell, yet somehow didn’t break, a smile covers my face. Kirill took me so savagely that the mirror fell from the wall, and we didn’t even notice the thud. He says it weighs nearly two hundred pounds and was mounted with industrial grade screws. Oh, he knows a thing or two about screws, considering the way he twisted his hips while he slid his rod deep inside me, the pleasure immense.

But I had to know what it was about me that drives him so wild. Despite everything he’d told me, and shown me, it just didn’t add up. He mostly repeated what he’d already said at that moment when I’d asked him in the wee hours of the morning, but now it suddenly makes sense.

This is an entirely different culture, one that doesn’t always look at the body as a sex object, as so many men in the west seem to do, despite the games they try and play to pretend like that’s not exactly what they’re doing.

This country is old school. It’s about family, a connection, and a feeling.

Do I think I’m pretty? Like most women, not really. I’m not beating myself up over it, but I’d say I’m average, and I’m comfortable with that.

But Kirill doesn’t, and his fascination with me is sincere and I know it will be lasting.

If anything the way he makes me feel only makes me feel better about myself, and I know that’s already radiating outward. I don’t want to sound like a new age hippie, but it’s real. I feel more beautiful when he’s near, so I am more beautiful.

He’s a real man, one who empowers his woman without drawing attention to it, without me even necessarily realizing it, and he never asks for any kind of thanks or anything like that.

The wisdom and experience of his age is beyond attractive, and he pulls me in like a magnet.

Suddenly the door flies open. “You’re back!”

“Come to me. I need you in my arms, woman.”

I jump out of bed like a rocket, flying across the room and allowing myself to melt into his big body.

“What happened? Is everything okay?”

He kisses me on top of the head. “It is done. That man will never bother you, or anyone again. Neither will those that work for him.”

“You had him arrested?”

He says nothing until I pull back slightly, giving myself enough room to look up at him.

“This is Russia. There is a different kind of law. We handle things in different ways. The last thing our country needs is to pay for a man like that to sit in jail for the rest of his life, costing the taxpayers millions of dollars by the time he finally takes his last breath.”

“So…you?”

“Please, these are not questions you should worry about or ask. Just know you are safe, always. And the best part of this story…the women he had,” he pauses, gritting his teeth. “Those women will undergo therapy now, at a clinic that I own. And then they will be offered jobs in the casino…well paying jobs. Or when they successfully complete their therapy they can also choose to go their own way and go about their lives, as free people.”

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