I couldn’t wait to get her to my place by the river and take my time with her. I wanted to savor her for hours, make her bend to my will and see if she enjoyed the same things I did. Would she trust me explicitly?
Our bodies were meant for each other, but for the first time in my life, I wanted more from a woman. I wanted her heart too. Although, I didn’t deserve it. She was too good for someone like me. I could still remember the taste of the rotten food we were forced to eat in the orphanage, or the stench of our filthy beds. Nobody cared if we lived or died, we were a drain on society through no fault of our own. But, regardless, we were faulted for it. It was stamped into our soul.
I parked in front of my private airplane waiting for us, ready for takeoff. What an irony, from an orphanage and dirty bed to a private airplane? Anastasia would be disgusted to know the details of what we’d done to get our wealth. Although she accepted the news of my past connection to organized crime, I knew without a doubt she wouldn’t forgive or accept the connection specifically to Boris’ rússkaya máfiya, which I now controlled.
I focused on our surroundings, to ensure we were safe. My men were already here, having sped up ahead of us to ensure there was no danger. Until Boris was dead, we’d have to take extra precautionary steps.
Misha came over and opened the door for Anastasia. He was one of the ones she patched up after the attack on Sergei’s place and I had assigned him to be her personal guard. She wasn’t aware she had earned his undying allegiance and gratitude.
“Hey, Misha.” She greeted him with a smile. “How is the arm?”
I had to give it to Anastasia, she tried to remember the names of the men she patched up and followed up with them.
“Excellent. I can shoot the gun from that hand now too. You are a good doctor.”
Her soft chuckle was music to my ears. She gently patted his arm. “Shooting the gun is not a priority. Healing is.”
He gave her a cheeky grin. “But it’s good insurance.”
She shook her head but was still smiling. “You remind me of Brian.”
“Who’s Brian?” Misha asked her.
“He’s my bodyguard back home.” She frowned and I wondered if she was thinking about her last dance with him. She won’t be dancing with him anymore, and he won’t be her bodyguard.
She was mine now! I won’t let him get near her.
Fuck, why was I so possessive when it came to this woman? I had no business thinking like that.
After watching the tape from the club, Nikolai and I tried to get in touch with Brian but he disappeared. When I questioned her father about it, without a doubt, the old man said he had nothing to do with the disappearance and was out of the country taking care of some Manciatti family business in Europe. I couldn’t possibly fathom what but it didn’t matter. As long as he kept his distance from Anastasia, that was all I was concerned about.
I joined Misha and Anastasia, putting my arm around her. Whether she realized it or not, each time I wrapped my arm around her, her body leaned into me and I fucking loved it. We climbed up the stairs into the plane and her eyes widened at the luxury inside.
Kicking her flats off her feet, she threw a glance over her shoulder as she walked over to the couch claiming it for herself. “Wow, you must be loaded, ha?”
Misha chuckled behind me.
“What makes you think that?” I asked her. I had to admit, no woman has asked me that quite so openly. But there was no greed in her eyes nor in her voice, just mild curiosity as she soaked up the interior of the plane in. It made sense though, she didn’t care about money. She had plenty of her own.
“Let’s just say this is not the way my friends and I traveled through Europe,” she muttered as she tucked her feet under her, her eyes studying in the inside of the plane. “We should have totally borrowed this plane.”
“You can borrow it any time.” Her eyes came to me with a playful smile around her beautiful lips. This woman was dangerous for me, she could become my weakness.
She might be my weakness already.
“I just might hold you to it, Dimitry,” she mused, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’m unemployed after all. Might need free airfare to some exotic destination with my girlfriends.”
Her playfulness brought a smile to my lips. I liked her easy demeanor.
I could have pointed out the fact that, while she may have been unemployed, she’s been just as wealthy from the moment she was born. And I also liked the idea of being the one to provide for her.
Misha sat down on the single seater in the front of the plane, strategically putting himself between anyone that might come in the cabin and Anastasia. She picked up a magazine in Russian along with her phone, and I knew the moment she forgot the world around her.
She had a peculiar focus. It looked like she was working on translation, her lips silently mouthing words in Russian. Her words were soft, like lovers’ whispers on pillows. It was such a turn on that I wanted to take her into the back of the plane, strip her naked, and order her to whisper words to me as her pussy milked my cock.
This vision didn’t help my situation, as I uncomfortably shifted in my seat, my cock hard as a rock. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, gently biting it, and before I thought better of it, a soft groan left me.
Her eyes lifted to mine, raising her eyebrow in question, and I fantasized how those beautiful emeralds would stare at me as I fucked her mouth. My rock hard cock was threatening to tear through my slacks if I didn’t stop imagining Anastasia kneeling in front of me.