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CHAPTER 36

ANASTASIA

Song- WOOF, FKA Rayne

I don’t need to turn around to know he’s standing in the doorway, watching me. With a little grin, I carefully fold my new clothes from my latest shopping trip and place them in the drawer, leaving the small red bag on the dressing table.

“Anything you want to show me?” His deep voice sends electricity through me and my cheeks blush.

“Maybe? Maybe not. Depends.”

His muscular arms wrap around my waist and I lean back into his chest.

“I missed you.” He breathes, his warm exhale ghosting across my ear.

As I spin in his arms, I can feel the muscles in his chest beneath my hands, and I gaze up at him.

“Are you trying to sweet talk me into something, big man?”

He shakes his head, a sly smirk twisting his mouth as a low chuckle.

“I missed my wife. I missed her on my tongue, coming on my cock, I missed her making me laugh.”

For fuck's sake. Now I’m horny.

“Well, if you must know, I bought a little something you just might enjoy.”

His hands firmly grab my ass and he pulls me tightly against his body.

“Put it on for me, pretty girl.” He leans in and runs his tongue along my jaw, I tip my head back and he carries on along the column of my throat.

“Mmm, keep doing that,” I whisper.

“Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?” He works his way between my breasts and back up to my neck and starts biting and sucking on my skin.

“Do I have to, right now? I don’t want you to stop.”

Running my hands down his tight black top, I can feel each defined ab as I make my way to his belt.

“You only get to play once I see it on you. Those are the rules.”

Running my tongue along my teeth, I lean back and grab his face in my hands, tilting it upward to meet mine.

“New rules. You gotta earn the right to see me in my new pretty set.” I bat my lashes at him for full effect.

His eyes scan over my face and a low grumble comes from him. Kinda like Hades does when anyone comes to the door.

The corners of my mouth twitch. I fight to contain my laughter at the sight of his completely straight face.

“Did you… just growl at me? Like a dog?” I ask, biting the inside of my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

It was hot, I have to admit.

“Go on,” I urge, giving him a seductive smile. “Make that noise again, it was sexy.”

“Anastasia,” he warns, his eyes narrow.

God, his voice is dreamy.

“Hmm?” I reply sweetly, twirling my hair around my finger.

“Don’t start.”

Oh, I’m going to start. Pushing this man's buttons is my new favorite pastime. And the rewards, or punishments rather, are totally worth it.

“I like the growly, Mikhail. You could bark for me if you want to. Maybe that will inspire me to get all dressed up for you, so you can rip them back off me.”

I step away, shrugging off my cardigan, the soft wool falling to the floor as I’m left in my sports bra and leggings.

“Go on. Bark for me, big man, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

A shadow falls over his eyes as our gazes meet. The change is subtle yet palpable.

Fuck. I’m playing with fire.

The way he runs his hand along the strong, defined line of his jaw, sends a jolt through me, and my heart starts to race.

And the way his tongue swipes across his bottom lip has me imagining all the places I want him to lick. Damn.

Just when I think he’s about to grab me by my throat, he steps back.

“Strip and get on all fours. Crawl to me, iskorka. Let’s see if that’s enough to get me to play your games, shall we?”

He smirks, and I want to grab his handsome face and kiss the life out of him. But I really want him to bark for me. How far I can push this dynamic before he bends me over and spanks my ass raw?

Slowly, I begin to ease my bra off, feeling the cool air on my exposed skin, but I come to a halt.

“If I strip for you, Miki, you’ll drop to your knees and beg for me. And that’s before I even start crawling. I know you want me as bad as I want you. So be very careful what you wish for.”

He walks towards me, each step echoing in the silence, then his fingers grip my chin.

“You’re right. So fucking right,” he whispers against my lips. As I go to press my mouth against his, he stands upright.

Maintaining eye contact, I remove the bra and casually toss it at him, a mischievous smile playing on my lips as I do. With ease, he catches it and clenches it tightly in his hand, his intense gaze locked on my chest.

“All good, big man?”

Instead of tugging down my leggings, I let my hands slip below the hem and into the soft fabric of my panties.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his voice barely audible.

"Wow, the thought of you barking. It really has me wet,” I tease.

As I slip one finger inside, he releases another low, guttural growl from his throat.

“Yep. That’s doing it. Keep going, Miki.”

He adjusts his pants making me smirk at him. I probably have sixty seconds left of teasing before he takes over.

I snatch the bag from beside me and pull out the black and gold lace bodysuit, holding it up in front of me.

“Crotchless,” I tell him, raising an eyebrow. I want him to eat me out while I wear this for him.

“Put it on for me. Now.”

The urgency in his tone sends a shiver down my spine and ignites a fire within me.

“Turn around, I’ll tell you when you can see it.” I pin him with a glare.

With a curt nod, he unbuckles his belt, the smooth leather sliding through his fingers as he removes it from his pants, and wraps it around his fist.

Oh, I’m in trouble.