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CHAPTER 49

ANASTASIA

I pull the blanket away from my neck as I wake up from my nap with a yawn. A smile beams on my face. Aww, he must have tucked me in. I vaguely remember him pressing a kiss on my forehead as I was drifting off. I’m so damn tired all the time at the moment. I thought perhaps jet lag, but there is no way this would go on for so long.

It’s probably the fact Miki keeps me up all hours of the night, bending me around like a pretzel. Kicking off the blanket, I stand with a stretch and look at myself in the floor-standing mirror opposite the bed. Ruffling my fingers through my hair to make the curls bounce, I swipe on some clear gloss. I think about putting on some leggings, but I bet big man will like seeing me in his shirt, even if it is more like a dress.

I’m giddy as I head down the stairs, almost with a skip in my step, thinking about wrapping my arms about my husband. That still feels strange to say, but it feels right. He is mine.

That smile is wiped straight off my face when I hear her voice. My nose wrinkles and my fists clench. That high-pitched noise she makes when she laughs is as annoying as a tire screeching. My blood boils. Why is she here? Again?

Doesn’t she see she’s a fucking third wheel here and is not welcome? I don’t think I could have made it more obvious. Plastering on a fake smile, I can’t let her see I’m annoyed. I’ll kill the bitch with kindness… for now. I’ve pictured strangling her to death when she smirks at me. Drowning her in a pool wasn’t enough. It’s a shame Lara pulled me off.

As I round the corner to the kitchen, Mikhail is resting against the counter with his enormous arms crossed over his chest. As I cast my gaze to the kitchen island, my blood fucking boils.

She’s sitting there, drinking out of my coffee mug, licking her lips and fake laughing at my husband. Her eyes meet mine across the room briefly and she doesn’t acknowledge me. Her attention is straight back on Mikhail as she stands. Of course she has her tits on the verge of falling out of her tight white top.

Cringe.

I tug on the hem of Miki’s shirt and clear my throat, just as that piercing cackle comes out of that vile woman’s mouth. Mikhail’s dark eyes burn into mine and a blush spreads over my cheeks. A single look from him and I melt on the spot.

His eyes crease under the mask. He’s smiling at me and my heart races.

“Iskorka.” He motions me over to him with his hand, never breaking eye contact.

I can feel her gaze burning into the side of my head and I can’t help but smirk. Not that I bother to even look at her.

I step in front of Miki and wrap my arms around his waist. He instantly returns the embrace. I bite down on my lip as he brushes my hair away from my ear and leans down. The fabric of his mask brushing against my skin.

“Fuck, pretty girl, you’re in my shirt. I need you to stay exactly where you are to hide how turned on I am by you,” he whispers in my ear.

I turn my face into him as he tugs me closer, his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I’m desperate for him. I want him so badly, it’s infuriating he can’t fuck me on the counter. Because she is here. I’ve had enough. I want to fuck my husband when and where I want, not be confined to our damn bedroom.

“Tell me what you’d do.” I rub my body against his.

“I’d throw you over that island, push up that shirt, pull your panties to the side and fuck you with my tongue first.”

I squeeze my thighs together as his fingers dig into my waist. My body is tingling as I picture him on his knees for me. Fuck. I bite back a groan.

“Well, maybe, if we didn’t have a guest in our house so much, I’d be able to get down on my knees right now and sort that big problem for you out.” I can’t hide how pissed off and horny I am in my voice.

“She’s going in a minute,” he says, this time louder. Oh, perfect.

“Am I?” Zoya replies full of sass.

“Fucking bitch,” I mutter under my breath. I go to turn in Mikhail’s arms but he holds me in place.

“Yes. Zoya. Our conversation is finished. I would like to spend time with my wife.” The sternness in his voice is only turning me on. And the way he says “my wife” has me ready to fold for him.

“You can spend time with her while Galena and I watch films in your cinema room. You know she loves it in there.”

That isn’t how this goes. The rule is they live in the outhouse. We live in Mikhail’s house. She’s lucky she’s even on this estate, let alone standing in our fucking kitchen.

“Not today.” He cuts her off.

“Miki, you can always join us, if you’d prefer. Maybe let Anastasia have another nap while the adults talk.”

I shake my head and push away from his chest. I want to kill her. Before I can turn around, I catch a glimpse of Mikhail’s dark eyes. They tell me everything. They are the key to his soul. That is how I read him. His eyes give both warnings and silent declarations of love.

I wonder how hard I would have to smash her head against that marble counter to shut her the fuck up?

His eyes flick up to the stairs and back to me with a nod. My nostrils flare as I try to get a hold of my rage. He raises his eyebrows at me, the look that says, “if you don’t do as you’re told, you’re about to get a spanking”.

I can’t resist. I’m going to listen to his silent warning, but first, I step forward and go up on my tiptoes, grabbing hold of his collar and yanking him down to me. I smack my lips against his. Well, I can feel them through the fabric of the mask. I tug him down further and brush my mouth over his ear.

“Fix this and then come and fuck the rage out of me before I really do kill her.”

A low growl erupts from his chest. I’m going to get in trouble for teasing him like this. But, I’m dead serious. I am done with her and her shit stirring.

“You’re my husband. It’s my pussy who keeps your cock warm every night. Remember that, big man.”

I stroke the side of his face over where his scars are, and he closes his eyes with a sigh. I’m not sure if it’s out of annoyance for the situation, the fact he’s turned on by my outburst or he genuinely is softening into my touch. I’m not mad at him, it’s her. And I’ll let him deal with it.

Without even looking at Zoya, I turn and head up the stairs with my head held high, entering to our bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I head to the bathroom.