Page 56 of The Dancer and the Grumpy Billionaire

“I am not free,” I say. “I go nowhere without you. I have nothing of my own and I love you for trying, but this is not freedom. We cannot live like this forever, can we? Always running? Am I to always allow someone else to control my fate?”

“I’m not…” he trails off, hurt registering on his face. “That isn’t what this is, Gigi.”

“I need to see my father,” I say.

It is as if the air goes out of the room. My ears ring and Vasily’s mouth hangs open.

“No,” he says quietly. Then, more resolved, “No.”

“He is my father, Vasily,” I say. “I will talk to him. I will tell him to let us go, to leave us to live our lives.”

“He isyour father, Gigi,” he says, flipping my statement around on me. “You know who he is, what he does. He wasnotgoing to come for you. He is angry thatI did.”

“He loves me. And you and I will never have a life together like this, not a real one. We will never know if this is something real and lasting if we have to live like criminals. We committed no crime, Vasily. We did nothing wrong and we should not have to live like this. Imustsee him. He needs to let me go or risk truly losing me forever.”

“Please don’t do this,” he says, shaking his head. He looks like he is trying to calm a wounded animal. “I do not think this will go the way you think it will.”

“Why? Because you know my father so much better than I do?”

“Do you know him?” Vasily argues. “Really? You said you hadn’t even seen him since you moved to the States.”

I growl and stomp my feet. “He is my father.”

He puts up his hands in surrender. “Gigi, I do not want you to do this. I really, really don’t want you to do this. I won’t try to control you but…just…can you sleep on it? Get some rest and think about it, and then we can come up with a plan. Okay? Just sleep on it?”

He sounds panicked, desperate, and his fear is clear on his face. The face I love.

It is that which makes me agree to his request.

“Okay. I will sleep on it. I will think about it.”

Vasily lets out a breath. He comes to me, pulls me close. His lips find mine and my body reacts immediately, as it always does. I wrap my arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of his shorter hair, breathing in his scent as desire unfurls in my lower belly.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispers against my mouth before he moves to kiss along my jaw, behind my ear, down my neck.

“I don’t want that either, my love,” I say.

We move, stumbling awkwardly as we kiss our way to the cozy bedroom, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and clothing as we strip each other naked.

Vasily takes his time with me, kissing my clavicle and my slightly bigger, heavier breasts. He licks and sucks at my nipples, then moves to kiss my stomach and the sensitive skin along my hip bones. His mouth moves between my legs, slowly feasting on my pussy, his tongue making long strokes, then flicking to my sensitive clit before he slips two fingers inside.

The double pleasure of fingers and tongue has me writhing against him, a wanton display of lust. But I need more. I want more. I want all of him.

“Inside me,” I say. “Please.”

“Your wish is my command,” he says, moving to position his cock against my entrance.

I put my hands on his ass and push him inside, wanting no space between us. As he fills me, I sigh with the familiar pleasure. We fit each other. I belong to him.

At first, his lovemaking is subdued. Slow and sensual. He meets my gaze, nothing but love in his eyes. It is so overwhelming that I pull him in for a kiss just so I can close my eyes. I know what I need to do and it will hurt him. I know what Iwilldo, and I cannot see this trust and love from him right now or I will lose my nerve.

“I need you,” I say against his mouth. “Hard and deep.”

He flips me to my stomach and then drags my ass into the air. It is slightly rough and deeply sexy. But he is giving me control and he knows me well enough to know what I need right now. When he slips inside, it is full-length to the point that it nearly hurts. I groan, an orgasm already building. His fingers splay at my hips as he pounds inside of me. My breasts swing wildly, nipples chafing against the duvet. It is a good, luscious pain.

When I come, it is loud, lustful and sensuous.

“So wet,” Vasily says as he pounds into me, my pussy clenching around his cock. “Yes, Gigi. Yes. Come for me, baby.”

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