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CHAPTER 47

ANASTASIA

Song- Who Do You Want? Ex Habit

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Mikhail’s hand rests protectively on my back as we navigate the dimly lit, smoky club, the bass vibrating through the floor. It’s fascinating. The bar area just seems like an extravagant resting place for rich guys. I guess the naughty side goes on behind these doors.

“Does our room lock?” I ask as we continue down the hall.

“Yes, baby.”

There’s a gold door coming up to my left. When we approach, I stop and turn to face Miki.

“What’s in there?” I ask, placing my hand on the gold metal handle.

Miki flicks his eyes up to the sign and I follow his line of sight.

Public viewing.

Interesting.

I’m intrigued. I’ve never even thought about coming to a place like this.

“Can we?” I arch my brow.

He shrugs, his shoulders bunching, but his grip on my hand remains firm.

“Sure. I’d rather go to our private room, though.”

Miki swipes his card on the reader and I push open the door. I hesitate as the moans and grunts fill my ears. Straightening my spine, I step in and squeeze Miki’s hand. There’s lots of couples. As I scan the room, most of them are getting off on couches in front of the gallery area.

My gaze lands on the viewing area, like a staged dungeon. Bed in the middle, an X cross. Chains everywhere. A woman’s screams rip through the room and I step back to be closer to Miki.

I’m not sure this is my thing. I’m a one man kinda girl.

It almost feels wrong watching someone else.

As I look at the couple, wait, there’s two guys and I can see the ass of a woman. Kind of. She’s being fucked from behind by the lanky guy and then I think sucking the dark haired one’s dick.

He tugs her head dark back and the lanky one pulls out. She sits naked on the edge of the bed and looks over in my direction.

Well, not mine. She has her eyes on my husband.

It’s fucking Zoya.

She holds up a finger to him and motions for him to join.

He stiffens behind me and holds me closer, wrapping his arms tight around my waist. I don’t know whether to laugh or be furious. Both. I hate this woman with every bone in my body.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” he hisses.

I need to leave.

I turn to face Miki. He’s looking at me, not her, thank fuck. I might have lost it.

“You wanna go join her, hubby?” I say sarcastically, sliding my hands up his black shirt.

He shakes his head, the vein popping on his temple. Oh, he’s pissed.

“You better not be jealous of her being Eiffel Towered over there,” I whisper aggressively.

“No. I’m pissed off because who the hell has galena? I didn’t save her for her mom to fuck around in my associate’s club.”

Oh, he’s mad at Zoya.

“Maybe she needed a good two dick fucking to get over the devastation that she can’t have you.”

He slides his hand back in mine and drags me through the door, straight back to the bar.

Enzo is at a table nearby and Miki comes to a halt.

“Why did you let Zoya in?”

Enzo shrugs.

“She said Lara was babysitting. She needed a good fuck. I know her from a past life. Didn’t think it would be an issue.” He looks between me and Miki.

“Don’t let her in again. I sacrificed a lot to keep her and Galena safe.”

“No problem. Go loosen up.” Enzo knocks back his whiskey.

We silently head to our room, it’s all a blur as my jealousy bubbles over. As we enter, Miki slams the door shut behind me, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet.

I give him a quizzical look. Is he mad really because of her safety or is there more?

“Strip for me, baby,” he commands, removing his mask and tossing it on the red carpet.

I chew on the inside of my mouth. He remembers our rules. I love seeing his handsome face.

“Fine. But I have a question,” I say, sliding the strap of my dress down my arm.

“This isn’t a place for talking.” He smirks.

“Tough. Listen.”

His brow furrows. “Two minutes.”

I roll my eyes. Fine. I’m desperate to see what he has in store for me, anyway.

“Truthful answer only. Were you jealous watching Zoya with those guys?”

“Fuck no. She can do what she wants when she’s back home, and there isn’t a threat to Galena.”

I nod. I understand. But, something inside me can’t help but keep pressing. I have to be sure.

I unzip the side of my dress and let it pool to the floor. His mouth drops open when his eyes rake over my body.

I bought my white sparkly bra when I was out with Lara. I have a few sets to surprise him with.

“Fuck, pretty girl.” He rubs the growing bulge in his pants.

“You reckon those guys in that room would like this?” I run my hands over the glittery fabric and sway my hips seductively.

His jaw ticks and his eyes darken as he steps forward.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he seethes, making me stumble a step back.

“I mean, she’s doing well. Those guys looked like they knew how to give her a good time. You sure you don’t want to join them like she asked?” I tip my chin up.

I don’t know if my anger is directed at her or him.

“I mean, why else would she want you to join if she thought you’d reject her? Have you slept with her before?”

“No. Never. And never fucking will. Do you want to fuck those guys?”

His hand shoots out and he grabs my throat, shoving me into the padded wall.

The anger on his face has me snapping my mouth shut.

Did I push him too far?

I swallow as his fingers squeeze, making me struggle for air.

“N-no,” I cough.

He releases me and my body sags against the wall.

“I don’t want to fuck them. I’m just saying, maybe that’s something you used to be into? A bit of sharing? Watch me get fucked by another dude. I mean, or you and another guy? Zoya looked like she was having a great time there.”

He rubs his hands over his face. “Stop. Fucking. Talking. Anastasia.”

“So two dicks is a no go for me?” I mutter to myself.

I let out a squeal as he grabs me by the waist and throws me over the leather spanking bench in the middle of the room.

“Is that what you fucking want?” he roars.

I scream out when something hard smacks down on my ass.

I almost see stars as the pain sears through me, tears rolling down my cheeks, but I’m also turned on. What the hell?

“I just want you!” I shout at him. “Why would I want another guy’s dick in me when I have you? I’m fucking worried you’re going to leave me for Zoya!”

I start to sob, hot tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision. I don’t know where this jealousy is coming from. It also doesn’t help that ass really fucking stings.

I shove myself up from the cold, hard bench, and throw myself at his chest, feeling the force of the collision.

“I just want you.” I grab a fist full of his shirt and with all my strength I push him back on the plush, silky bed. Landing on top of him, I straddle him.

With one hand grabbing around his throat, I squeeze and kiss him.

“Now how about you fuck me and prove I only ever need your cock?” I bite his lip and a growl erupts from his chest. His eyes are black as he rolls me onto my back and forcefully opens my thighs.

His face, I don’t recognize it. There’s no love in his eyes. Just fury.

My heart beats frantically. I push on his chest and he snaps his eyes to mine.

His stern facade momentarily melts, replaced by a softer look that lasts only a second.

“Red,” he whispers.

He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a ragged breath.

“Fuck. Red. I’m sorry, I don’t trust myself.” He climbs off the bed and storms towards the door. Without thinking, I rush after him, my heart pounding, and throw myself in front of him, blocking the doorway.

“No. Miki,” I say sternly.

His head tilts as his jaw clenches. “Move. I don’t want to hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself. And the shit I just envisioned doing to you was wrong.”

I frown, taking in his words, but I stay frozen on the spot. “No. Talk to me. Please.”

He lowers his head, and I run my hands up his huge biceps through his shirt.

“Come on, big man. It’s me. Tell me what’s going on. You haven’t been right since the last room. If it wasn’t Zoya, what was it?”

He huffs, and I stroke his cheek to offer reassurance without smothering him.

“I didn’t like watching you looking at them. I can’t stand the thought of you wanting more. Like Zoya was doing, two guys. There’s a whole sexual world out there. I unlocked that for you. I fear maybe you’ll want to explore outside of what I can offer. And I’ll never share you, Ana. Never. You are mine. It would kill me if you wanted something I can’t give you, or the thought of another man touching you.”

He takes a shaky breath, his knuckles white against his clenched fists.

“I can’t do it. I’d kill them. But there’s that little doubt in my head.”

His face turns red, his eyes almost murderous. I take a step forward and rest my hand over his heart.

He looks away, his nostrils flaring.

“Stop it. That’s never going to happen. Do you hear me?”

I push his beautiful face back to me, making him look me in the eyes.

“You are enough, Mikhail Volkov. I only want you and will only ever want you. There isn’t another guy on this planet that compares to you and what you give me. You, big man. You are all I will ever need. I promise.”

He runs his hands up my sides and leans in for a kiss.

I press my finger to his lip to pause him. “Are we good now? We can play? Your head is back with me?”

He playfully licks my finger and smirks before gently taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

“Oh, I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry, pretty girl. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you. I had to stop.”

Pulling my finger back, I replace it with my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and jumping into his arms.

I’ll climb him like a damn tree.

“I’m never letting you go,” he grunts out, running his tongue along the side of my neck.

“Good. Never want you to. You’re stuck with me. Now, about making it up to me. I think me on that bench. Show me how sorry you are with your tongue, then use whatever you used before on me.”

His hand digs into my ass. I tighten my legs around him as he walks us over to the bench.

Laying me down on the cool leather, my hot skin sticks to it. Draping a leg on either side, he lifts my ass up.

“Forgiveness in the form of orgasms. God, I love you, baby.” His warm breath beats against my pussy and I shiver.

“P-please, Miki. Sir.” I wiggle my hips, desperate for his mouth.