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God, the nerve of this man!
Doesn’t he understand that he’s taken my life and my freedom?
How can I explain this to him?
And how can my panties be drenched even now, just by him standing next to me?
“You have,” I say simply. My eyes drop. Sure he’s been more than generous and attentive - when he’s been around. “But-”
“But what?”
“Kirill, I’m lonely,” I mumble. “There’s no one to talk to when you’re away. And you’re away a lot. I love my visits with Irina, but…” I give a shrug. Kirill glances over at the woman who’s gazing up at him. She hasn’t said a word since he arrived.
“I understand.” He releases my face.
Great.
He understands.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll cope.” Without realizing it, my lips have pressed into a tight line. I can’t let my body betray itself. He can’t know that even now, I’m aching to be in bed with him, entangled in his muscles in a world of pleasure that seems to bend the laws of physics.
“No.” He shakes his head. “It will please me if you are happy.” He frowns as he says it, as if the words surprise him too. “What do you need?”
I take in a deep breath as I think this through. “Some company would be nice, I guess. Maybe if I could call a friend occasionally?”
“And you have a friend you can trust?”
“I have Roxie.”
“Roxie?”
I nod. “She’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. And her dad is a ‘made man,’ so she… uh… she understands this lifestyle.” I sweep a hand in his direction.
“Lifestyle?”
“You know. Mob. Bratva. Whatever you call it.”
His lip twitches as if he’s holding back a smile. “Then she will be perfect.”
“Perfect for what?” I gnaw my bottom lip.
“Tell her to come here,” Kirill says abruptly.
“Come here?”
“Yes.” He straightens and steps toward Irina, stroking a hand over her hair. “Then you will spend as much time with her as you like. I want to see my little bird smiling again. Yes?”
What the hell?
He wants Roxie to come here?
“Uhum,” I manage. I’m still gaping in astonishment as he leans down to his mother and brushes his lips over her forehead.
“Ya lyublyu tebya, Mama,” he murmurs before looking my way again. “Dima will get you a phone.”
With that, he turns around and leaves us both sitting there. His mother silent in her own little world.
As for me, I’m silently stupefied.
