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“Russia,” he says casually.
I turn to him fully now, but he pays me no attention. I still entirely believe that River is a fuckhead, but I’ve come to learn that he’s a very intentional being. I can’t help but wonder if he’s taking me to meet with a Russian client because of my own heritage.
While our birth parents are both Russian, Alek and I were born here and only lived in Russia for three years before moving back to the States. It wasn’t long after we turned four that our parents fucked off and left us behind, giving us the jolly old time of being bounced around in foster care. No matter what, it was always Alek and me against the world. Then it was just our luck that we ended up with a lady who is also Russian, which is where I think we kept our accent from. But my knowledge of the Russian language is minimal, at best, so if he’s expecting some kind of translator, then he drew the short stick.
“Have you been back to Russia since your parents brought you back?” he asks, and a cold shudder runs through me. I hate that it feels like he can read my mind. That without words, he knows where my thinking has gone without knowing a lick about me. Then again, he probably had someone rake as much information about Alek and me as possible. Flattering.
“Let me guess, you have a little file on me and think you know everything about me?” I snark.
“No, Anya, it’s called polite conversation. You are Russian, aren’t you?” he says.
I look out the window again, my nose pointed high in the air. “I don’t do chitchat.” Silence fills the air, and I find myself adding, “I am. Russian, that is true.”
I’ve always been proud of who I am, even if I had to fight to become her.
“Maybe you’ll know him,” River suggests.
“I doubt it,” I say, bored as I play with my rings. Why is this drive taking so fucking long? I check the rearview mirror, and the boys are still following.
I then twist, squeezing my tits together so he has a perfect view down my dress. I smile sweetly when his gaze flicks between me and the road.
“Anya,” he warns with a growl, and it runs shudders up my arms. A curiosity spreads through my core, and I bite my bottom lip.
“So when do you plan to fuck me?” I ask.
I just need to let this guy stick his cock in me once, right?
His gaze lands on my cleavage once again, and I notice how his grip tightens on the steering wheel. He grabs his cock to shift it uncomfortably. A womanly pride runs through me. Men are all the same, and so easy. I’m not better than a man with my sexual demands, and that’s why it always works in my favor.
“As beautiful as you are, I won’t be fucking you tonight, Red,” he says.
I huff and throw myself back against the seat.
“That big Russian man you were talking about sounds like he might be my type. What did you say his name was? Igor?”
River’s hand slides over to my leg and squeezes with a bruising grip. Any other man I would’ve slapped away, but I’m curious. Will he still be able to say no to me after touching me?
“Anyone who tries to touch you will end up in a body bag,” he growls.
“And they say romance is dead,” I coo. “I’m not wearing any panties, by the way.”
“Christ,” he breathes. “You’re never wearing panties. And you’re sadly mistaken if you think this is all it takes for me to drop to my knees for you, Anya.”
I grin. “The visual is a delightful thought, though, isn’t it?” I ask as I feather my hand over his. He catches my wandering hand and clamps it to my leg.
“You have no manners. You know that, right?”
“Manners don’t get you anywhere in life, but being ruthless does. Now remove your hand. We’re not doing this hand-holding shit.”
He flashes a wicked smile. “Do you really think you can make me listen to those god-awful songs without consequence, Red? You will sit through the torture as well.”
I try to pull away again, but the force of his hold doesn’t lessen. I huff and look out the window again. But I can see our reflection, and I notice how much bigger his hand is than mine.
I hate it.
A constant reminder of how physically bigger men are. The reminder of a time I couldn’t always defend myself. And although I don’t feel like River is a threat when I should… it reminds me of how small I am in comparison.
A woman.
