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CHAPTER 35

MIKHAIL

Fuck it’s hot. Sitting in the sun with half of my face covered under a black mask isn’t ideal.

Ana and Lara decided on a pool day, so Alexei and I get to relax with beer while they swim and sunbathe.

“I feel like a bartender,” Alexei grumbles as he returns from delivering the cocktails he made for the girls.

“While you’re up, we need two more beers.”

“I really am a fucking donkey today.” He throws his hand up and stomps back to the kitchen. Leaning back with my fingers woven behind my head and my feet on the table, I find some relief from the sun thanks to a passing cloud.

Ana looks stunning in her deep red bikini. I can’t tear my eyes from her. I inwardly groan as she rolls over onto her front on the sun lounger. Now that fine ass of hers is on display.

My hands almost twitch to spank it for teasing me.

Sliding my phone out of my shorts, I pull up our messages.

Me: That ass would look perfect if it was red to match.

When her phone dings, she grabs it from under her sunlounger and flicks up her oversized sunglasses.

I can see her grin from here as she types back.

Iskorka

If we go for a dip in the pool you can grab it?

I can’t help but chuckle. If I do that, I won’t stop.

Me

I wish. Why did we invite guests over?

She responds in seconds.

Iskorka

Because family is important and I’m not going anywhere. Make my ass as red as you want when we’re alone.

Alexei drops heavily into the seat facing me, banging our beers onto the glass table.

“Done. You can get the next ones. I can’t make any more cocktails, I will become a raspberry if I touch anymore.”

I arch a brow. He’s so dramatic.

“You tell Lara that.”

I look back down at my phone.

Me

I’ll hold your ass to that later. Now, pool?

She sits up on the chair, turns to face me, and beckons me closer with a finger. Grabbing my beer, I lift my mask discretely and take a gulp before making my way over, shading her when I stand over her.

“Damn. You look good in swim trunks.” Her gaze roams my body, and she bites her lip. “I want to lick your abs.”

I step forward, grabbing her messy bun and tip her head back so I can look into her eyes.

“All yours, baby.”

Ana sneaks a look behind. Lara is fast asleep on her beach chair. With a mischievous grin, my wife leans forward, running her tongue all the way up my six-pack as she stands.

“Yum.”

Holding her face in my hands, I lean in to kiss her, sneaking my mask down to my chin.

“Yum, indeed, pretty girl. Let’s get in the water.” I brush my lips against her ear. “We gotta cool down my dick.”

She giggles when I smack her ass as she pads over to the stairs and gets in the pool.

I perch on the ledge, dangling my legs in the cool water, before dropping in and keeping my head above the surface.

With a push, I swim to Ana, forcing her against the wall and containing her.

She wraps her legs around my waist.

“That is not helping the situation.”

She clings to my neck, and I walk around the pool with her. With each step, her ass knocks against my dick.

“Hey, Miki. Ana. Look up and smile.” We both look at Alexei standing at the edge of the pool with his phone in front of his face.

“Say, potatoes.”

Ana looks at me, confused.

“He means cheese.” I roll my eyes.

She looks back at him and smiles. My vision, however, remains with her.

I love her smile.

I love her.

Once that is over with, she leans back and floats on her back.

God, this is making it worse with her legs tightening around me.

My hands grip onto her ass and I squeeze, watching her breast floating on the surface of the water.

“It’s my turn to lick you,” I tell her.

My hands skate up her sides.

I need to get out. Or drag her upstairs.

She maneuvers herself back up and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Why don’t you and Alexei put the BBQ on? That might distract you.”

“Good idea. Because I’m ten seconds away from pulling your panties to the side and fucking you here.”

She leans in and bites my shoulder.

“Nope.” She bursts out laughing and untangles herself from me, swimming away back to the stairs.

Smacking her ass like I’m beating a drum as she climbs out of the pool, I follow her, grabbing my towel from the chair as she wraps herself up in her red one.

“Good swim?” Lara yawns as she speaks.

“Refreshing,” Ana chirps back and wiggles her brows at me.

Wiping off the excess water from my arms, Ana’s face morphs into fury as she looks behind me.

I turn my head to find Zoya walking towards us down the path from her house.

She gives me a little wave. I ignore her and turn back to Ana.

I’m already dreading the show Zoya will put on.

If it wasn’t for Galena, I would have booted her on her ass by now. I’ve never taken notice of her advances over the years.

Now, they infuriate me because I know it’s upsetting Ana.

I have no interest in Zoya. Never have, never will.

I’ll just make it clear that I belong to Ana. It seems to work.

Before she approaches the group, I step behind Ana and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest.

“Miki, Lara, Alexei,” she greets us all with a smile before her gaze lands on Ana.

Her eyes darken.

“Anastasia,” she says her name like spitting venom.

I hold Ana tighter, reassuring her.

“Zoya. Why don’t you come and help me grab the beers?” Lara says, jumping up from her seat.

“Hmm.” Zoya’s eyes flick between me and Ana before taking a slow step towards my sister.

Lara ushers her off, giving Ana an apologetic smile.

Ana spins in my arms.

“Nice of her to leave her dignity at home,” she grumbles.

I didn’t take notice. I try to avoid that entirely.

“I mean, her swimsuit is so far up her crack it’s gonna disappear in a minute.”

I let out a chuckle. My girl has a way with words.

“Trust me, I was not looking at her ass.”

Ana scowls at me. “You wouldn’t fucking dare, Mikhail.”

I seize her by the throat and lower my head.

“Trust me. There is only one ass I want and will ever want, and that belongs to you. Now, stop the jealousy before I spank it out of you. Okay?”

I need to remind her she is mine and, of course, I am hers.

Zoya is nothing to me. No matter what she wears or how much she flirts. My eyes are always fixed on my wife.

“I do trust you. It’s just irritating. She tries to make me feel like I am the other woman? I’m your wife for the love of God. Her lack of respect makes me stabby, Miki. Like, it’s a problem. I see her face and I want to smash it against the concrete.”

Godammit. I get feral when she gets all aggressive.

Like a cute little package of love, spirituality and pure violence.

“I kinda enjoy watching you get riled up.”

“Good, because it might become a reality one day.”

“Noted. I’ve got you.”

Zoya clears her throat behind us.

“I’ve got your beer, Miki baby.”

Oh fuck.

“Zoya,” I warn her, taking the beer from her and being careful to avoid even brushing her hand.

Alexei hasn’t said a word, just watching this whole interaction with interest.

“Bitch,” Ana mutters under her breath.

“I’ll get rid of her,” I whisper in Ana’s ear as she pulls away.

Lara hands Ana a fresh bright pink cocktail and Alexei his beer.

“You good?” Lara mouths to Ana, who gives her a brief nod.

She’s gritting her teeth. She is not happy.

Zoya bends over and picks up the sunscreen, turning to me. “Could you rub all over my back, please, Mik?”

I close my eyes and suck in a breath. She’s on her fucking own with this one. Ana steps in front of me, and I let her.

Zoya needs ripping into. Maybe she’ll learn.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Get some self respect, Zoya. You are in our place. Flaunting yourself around like some prized whore will not win over my damn husband. Now get the fuck back to your house and stay there before I really lose my patience with you.”

Zoya’s face flashes with anger. She looks to me to provide back up and I shake my head.

Not happening.

Fuck, listening to Ana get all possessive over me is way too hot to stop.

“You won’t be here long enough for it to make any difference,” Zoya snaps back, putting her hand on her hip.

“I’m not going anywhere, Zoya.”

A vicious grin spreads on Zoya’s lips.

“Well, neither am I. I’ll always be in your life. I am part of the family. So you’ll have to suck it up and you’ll always have me on the outside, waiting for you to slip up and lose him.”

Not a chance.

I have to hold myself back as Lara steps to my side.

“How far do we let this go?” Lara whispers.

“Ana can handle herself. Don’t worry.”

“Well, you’ll be waiting for the rest of your life. Mikhail is not yours, Zoya. Get it through that thick skull of yours. You fucked his father. What man in their right mind wants their dad’s sloppy seconds? Revolting. You’re disgusting, letting that old creep fuck you.”

“The Volkov men are a good fuck though. Aren’t they, Mikhail?”

I start to step forward when I see Ana’s hand swing back, but I’m too late. She’s already smashed her palm into the side of Zoya’s face.

Zoya stumbles back with a shocked look towards me. “Miki. Control your whore.”

My fists clench. Lara and Alexei hold me back as rage flashes through me. I’d kill her with one hit.

“Let Ana deal with her.” Lara smacks my arm.

And she does.

Zoya goes flying across the ground like a rag doll, Ana stomping closely behind before she yanks Zoya up by her hair.

“Never call me that,” Ana spits out and shoves her in the pool.

Ana jumps in after her and I debate stopping her.

But watching her go all out like this is something special. My woman is crazy in the best way.

“Miki. She’s going to fucking kill her. Galena needs her mom.” Lara’s eyes are wide as she looks towards the water then back to me.

I sigh.

Alexei is by the edge of the pool cheering Ana on as she holds Zoya by the back of the head under the water, occasionally dragging her up for air.

Lara sets her drink down. “I’ll get Ana. I don’t want you accidentally killing Zoya either.”

She has a point. I’m pretty fired up. It wouldn’t be an accident though.

Lara dives in and grabs hold of a furious Ana. As soon as she realizes it’s Lara, she lets go and backs away.

I don’t know what Lara whispers to Ana, but it calms her down.

Zoya is screaming to me about Ana being a maniac. I zone her out, rushing over to help Ana out of the water.

“You good, baby?” I ask, with my hands on her shoulder.

“Yeah. I feel much better now. I got that out of my system.”

“Lara,” I call out. “Make sure she’s out of my sight before the time I return.”

I hear Zoya shouting my name as I guide Ana back into the house.

“Feisty one, aren’t you?” I kiss the back of her head.

“Yep. Remember that. Don’t piss me off, I will fight you.”

“Got it, baby. I’d let you win.”

She turns to face me, pulling the strings of her bra.

“I’ve been really naughty, haven’t I?” She pouts.

“So fucking bad, pretty girl. So bad that I am going to have to punish you for this kind of behavior.”

I tower over her, rubbing my fingers along her throat.

She sticks her bottom lip out, a smile teasing up the corner of her mouth. “Please, sir. Teach me a lesson.”

Ripping the bra from her, I cup her breasts and pinch her nipples, making her yelp.

“Bedroom. Run.”