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CHAPTER 29

ANASTASIA

Song- PLEASE, Ex Habit, Omido

https://lost.exhabitmusic.com/please

I’m so overwhelmed, I can’t stop myself from crying.

I thought when my mom died, so did the last of my family. But now I have a brother, and a niece, that I never knew existed.

“I guess our dad liked to sow his oats, huh?” Jax pushes his curly dark hair back and gives me a lopsided grin.

There’s no denying he looks exactly like Papa, just twenty years younger.

It makes my chest ache missing him.

Yet, at the same time, my heart is suddenly so full I feel like it might explode.

“I have so many questions.” My voice is hoarse.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time for all of them.” Lara looks up at me, then pats the chair near her. “Come here and tell me how you two met.”

I chew on my bottom lip as I sit.

“Well, I guess he’s been taking care of me for years. Ever since the night that Papa died.” I glance up to see Nikolai wince.

“So, when Ivan took me?—”

Lara inhales sharply. “Ivan, our father?”

I nod.

Nikolai curses under his breath as Mila takes his hand.

“Ivan has caused a lot of pain.” Her lips thin. “I’m so glad Mikhail rescued you. Did Ivan want you to get him information? Or did you already have it…”

“Well—” I twist my dress between my fingers. “—he wanted me. He was trying to make me marry him.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jax shakes his head and bunches up his fists. “You guys gotta let me beat that asshole to death.”

Alexei giggles, showing a silver tooth. “I think everyone here has dibs on him. That’s pretty messed up Ivan was planning that. How did you get away?”

“I stabbed him in the face and then jumped out of the window.” I still can’t believe I did that.

“Holy shit,” he says with a broad grin. “You’re a badass.” He wraps his arm around Lara, then leans over and kisses a faint scar on her cheek. “She’ll definitely fit in this crazy family.”

Lara smiles at me, and pats my knee. “You’re lucky to have gotten away.”

By the time Mikhail returns, I feel as if I’ve been amongst them my whole life.

Nikolai still seems a little reserved, he gets a pained expression every time he looks at me.

“Ana, we have to go. I have a meeting and I want you there with me.” Mikhail holds out his hand until I grasp it, then he tugs me against his side.

“So soon? I was having fun.” I let my lip stick out in a pout, but follow him out the door.

Once we’re in the solitude of the elevator, I thread my arm around his waist and set my chin on his wide chest. “Where are we going?”

I can see his jaw work under his balaclava.

“One more sister to meet, along with my father’s last wife.” He pulls me tightly against him.

“There’s a lot of you. My head is spinning.” I give him a big smile. “I can’t believe I have a brother. All these years I just thought I was an only child. I always wished I had a big family.”

His dark eyes find mine as he brushes a hair back from my cheek. “I can give you that.”

Stepping out of the double doors, instead of turning left to go towards the parking garage, we turn right towards the huge maze of rooms attached to the casino.

“She lives here?” I trail behind him as we stop in front of an executive suite.

“Apparently she does now. That’s who I went to visit before we left Russia.” Mikhail takes a deep breath, then drops his knuckles against the door.

When it opens, a gorgeous woman is standing there with a long flowing black dress, raven colored hair, and bright red lips.

They drop into a frown when she sees me.

“Oh, Mikhail. I’m so happy you’re here! Did Enzo tell you about the frightful time we had?” Her gaze drops to run up and down my body. “Did you bring a babysitter so we can have some time together?”

A what?

“Hey, I’m not the?—”

Mikhail squeezes my hand, quieting me. “She’s not the help. Zoya, I’d like to introduce my wife, Anastasia Volkov.”

Zoya’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly, but her dark eyes narrow. “I see. I didn’t know you were married.” She gives me a wane smile. “You’re so young…newlyweds?”

I nod. “Last week. It was kind of a whirlwind. You see, after Ivan kidnapped me, Mikhail?—”

He jerks on my elbow, silencing me again.

“I’m glad you’re settled. You’ll be safe here. We can schedule a meeting with the rest of the family later this week once you’re comfortable.” He slides his palm down my arm and wraps his thick fingers around my wrist. “We’ll be going. I’ll have Enzo check on you in the morning.”

As he pulls me down the hall, I hear her scoff and click her room shut.

“We didn’t get to see your sister,” I protest.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. I’ve had enough time with family for today. I’d rather spend the rest with you.”

He jabs the button to call the elevator, and as the door slides open he grabs my wrist and drags me in, hitting the parking lot button. Before the doors can close, his hand is around my neck and his lips over mine.

The heat of my cheeks burns as he pulls back and hits the red stop button, making the floor shake beneath my feet.

“On your knees.”

I look around the open glass, searching for cameras. I don’t know. What the hell is he doing?

“Do not make me ask again.”

He frees his cock from his pants and without thinking, I drop to my knees in front of him. Smirking down at me, he taps my lips with the tip of his cock.

“Open that sassy mouth of yours.”

I do as he says and almost gag when he thrusts in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

“Good girl. Now I’m going fuck it and teach you a lesson in staying quiet.”

His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me firmly in place.

“Your mouth is sinful. And so fucking bratty,” he groans above me, sending shockwaves to my pussy.

I take it I said too much back there, maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the details to her about how we got married.

But if this is punishment, I’m not sure it’s having the right impact on me because I am horny as hell.

“You’re going to be a good girl now and let me come down your throat.”

I nod, he pushes me back against the metal wall of the elevator and my scalp burns as he pulls my hair, relentlessly fucking my face.

Tears stream down my cheeks, but I do my best to take him. As I look up at him through my glassy eyes, he throws his head back. The way my name rolls off his tongue in that deep Russian accent makes me burn for him.

With a few more thrusts, he eases up and finishes in my mouth, still rocking his hips gently.

His eyes lock with mine as he finishes. My god, that was so hot to watch him fall apart.

I suck him clean and swallow the warm, salty liquid. As he pulls out, he swipes his finger across my swollen lips.

“The sounds you make when you gag are incredible, pretty girl.”

He pulls me up to my feet and presses his lips to mine.

“So you like my mouth sometimes,” I tease.

He raises an eyebrow at me and tugs me against his side, leaning us against the railings.

“I like your mouth all the time really. It makes you, you. I think you enjoy the punishments as much as I do.”

He slides his hand under my dress and he runs his finger along my soaking pussy.

“Yep. Feels like you do. I’ll clean up your mess when we get home.”

I let out a sigh of frustration. Home feels like forever away.

“Tease,” I pout.

His dark chocolate eyes pin me with a glare and I snap my lips shut. The last thing I need is a worse form of punishment.

He presses the elevator button and we start to descend again and he helps me into the passenger seat of his matte black Corvette, then gets behind the wheel.

It makes warmth spread through me knowing he wants to be with me, especially after seeing just how stunning that Zoya woman is.

“So, for her daughter to be your sister. That means Ivan…?” I let my meaning hang in the air between us.

Mikhail nods. “Helping Zoya escape is how Katerina, my mother, and your father all died.”

“And that gave you the scars you still hide from me,” I say quietly. “What will they think that you’re still covering your face from your own wife?”

A rumble comes from somewhere deep in his chest. “We talked about this, Ana. Is it so wrong that I want you to like me before you see the monster?”

I turn in the seat to face him. “Mikhail,” I say with a completely straight face. “I’ve had your dick in me. We’re married. Don’t you think that counts at least somewhere on the scale of ‘like’?”

His eyes crinkle at the corners in what I’ve learned is a smile.

“It’s a hard habit to break.” He reaches out and grips my thigh. “I promise, I’ll be ready soon.”