Page 22 of My Russian Protector

My body shudders as all of the tension of the day escapes from the tip of my cock. She collapses in my arms and goes limp like a beautiful rag doll. I carry her to bed and lie down beside her. She cuddles up against me and runs her fingers across my chest.

“Did you like that, princess?” I ask.

“Yes, Daddy. Did you?” she whispers.

“Of course, baby doll. Your body makes me happy.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Tomorrow, we pack up and go back to Moscow.”

“Don’t we need to speak to the police?”

“Every officer in the precinct was a witness to your father’s madness. They don’t need us. He’s going away for the rest of his life, and you won’t ever have to worry about him again. You’re safe with me, baby. It’s time for you to let the past go and find out what it’s like to have a man who knows how to take care of you.”

Exhausted from her ordeal, she closes her eyes, and I listen to the sound of her breathing. She feels so tiny and fragile in my arms, and she survived a kidnapping and a shootout in one day. She doesn’t deserve the cards she was dealt at birth, but I plan to swap them out for her. Her life is going to be aces from here on.

As soon as the sun rises, we shower and pack up our few belongings. I settle the bill with the cranky woman downstairs who is elated to see us go. We’ll stop for breakfast and switch out vehicles on the way, but by the day's end, we’ll be back in Moscow.

“Everything feels so surreal,” Anna tells me as she opens the car window and sticks her hand out into the warm breeze.

“How so, baby?” I ask her.

“A few days ago, I was convinced that I would find my long lost father and he would welcome me with open arms. He’d apologize for leaving me and tell me that had no choice. He’d say he did it for me. Instead, I found you and I couldn’t be happier.”

I grin and raise my eyebrow. “So, you lost an imaginary father and gained a real-life Daddy.”

She laughs for the first time since the day we met, and I see that intoxicating sparkle in her eyes. Things have changed now. Instead of keeping her safe, I can focus on keeping her happy.

13

BACK IN MOSCOW

ANNA

Alex checks in with his partners, and they immediately assign him a security detail. Some out-of-town bigwig needs to be protected while he’s in the city, and he asked for Alex by name. I was concerned at first, but he assured me that this happens all the time because of his reputation. To further ease my concerns, he invites me to attend a gala with him tonight.

“You can bring a date even though you’re working?” I ask him.

“My job is to oversee his handlers and step in if there are any issues. There won’t be any issues, so why not enjoy the party? I’ll have a car pick you up at noon to take you shopping,” he replies.

“Shopping? For what?” I ask, surprised by the notion of this unexpected shopping trip.

“This is a formal event. You’ll need a new evening gown. Get whatever you want. I’m talking dress, shoes, even a trip to the salon. You’re my princess and I want you to feel like one tonight,” he tells me.

“You don’t need to do this. You gave me back my money. I can go buy a dress,” I protest.

“You can but you won’t. The car is already booked, and the driver has my credit card. I don’t want you to worry about anything. Just enjoy yourself today and I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Thank you.” His assertiveness turns me on like crazy.

“Don’t thank me. I’ll be spending the whole night thinking about getting you out of your new dress,” he says and disconnects the call.

I pace the sidewalk, waiting for the car to arrive. I look at my reflection in the window and sigh. How can I go to some fancy dress shop looking like this? They’ll probably see me and call security. I see a gray sedan turn the corner and wait for it to stop beside me.

A tall, thin man steps out and says, “Hello, Anna. You have an appointment at the boutique in fifteen minutes.” He opens the door for me and I climb into the backseat.

I watch out the window as the driver navigates toward the more affluent side of the city. I’m a nervous wreck for the entire ride. He stops in front of a posh-looking boutique in a very upscale neighborhood and gets out. He opens my door and escorts me inside.

---