“Mira,” she calls out, her voice overflowing with emotion.
Her steps quicken and Mira meets her halfway. Anastasia practically falls into her waiting arms and I feel like the asshole I am for depriving her of her support system.
At the same time I can’t help but look her over and drink in the little knitted dress hugging her perfect body. She’s wrapped her hair in a bun, showing off her swan-like neck.
I almost had her.
Almost.
I can still feel the tight walls of her pussy wrapped around my dick like a glove.
She was so tight I assumed maybe she and Viktor might not have been as active as I imagined. Or maybe she’s just naturally tight.
“It’s so good to see you,” Mira gushes, cupping Anastasia’s face, showing the mother-daughter relationship they have.
“You too.”
“Are you okay?”
“I am.”
Our girl is more than okay, Mira. I would have given her the chance to come at least twice if we hadn’t been interrupted.
“It would be great to meet up if you’re free.” Anastasia glances at me for confirmation.
I stare back, expressionless. I’ve already given the go ahead to see Mira and my terms haven’t changed. She can see her as long as Viktor isn’t there. It’s simple.
“That would be amazing.” Mira clasps her hands together with delight. “I’m in Russia for a few weeks but I’ll call you when I get back.”
She’s talking heartily but I catch the moment she looks at Anastasia’s hair and notices it’s as wet as mine. Wet from the shower I told her I was having. I read into the questioning look that flickers over her face and I know what she’s thinking—that we showered together.Which we did.
Of course there’s every chance we could have been showering separately or Anastasia could have washed her hair during the time Mira and I were talking.
But I don’t think she’s thinking any of those things.
If I cared, I might laugh. Mira all but told me Viktor was the love of Anastasia’s life but if I’m right about her thoughts, she must be questioning that love too.
“I can’t wait to catch up,” Anastasia bubbles, completely oblivious to the shift in Mira’s focus.
“I’ll see you next week then.” Mira hugs her and looks back at me.
I walk her to the door and let her out. Then I turn back to face my wife-to-be and make my way over to her.
Her expression becomes anxious when I stop too close for her comfort. A shudder brushes over her shoulders as I lean in and inhale her feminine scent mixed with the hint of honey from the shower, along with arousal. It’s a deadly cocktail of sin waiting to be consumed.
I give her one of my ruthless smiles and lean even closer. “Baby girl, next time anyone asks how you are, make sure you tell them how good I take care of you. You would have come all over my dick, if we didn’t get disturbed.”
As expected her cheeks turn crimson. “Do you have to be like that all the time?”
I throw her off by slipping the band from her hair and making a point of watching her wet locks tumble down her shoulders. “I want to fuck you, so yes.”
She recoils at my words. “You are so vile.”
She tries to step away but I grab her arm and pull her to my chest, so she’s pressing up against me like we were in the shower. I move to her ear and her breath catches. “Don’t deny that you want to fuck me too. We came close, so we’re not done yet.”
I’m glad she doesn’t deny it.
“P.S.” I want her to squirm. “Mira noticed your hair was wet, like mine. I told her I just got out of the shower.”