Page 56 of Cruel Russian Monster
“Bon appétit,” she said with a polite smile, then disappeared into the kitchen.
Over the next two hours, Vera and I teased each other, laughed, and got to know each other better. Before we left, she asked the chef for a to-go container of the lobster risotto.
After thanking Ms. Muller for a great night, we headed to the private hangar. I thought Vera would’ve been tired, but we talked the entire flight and polished off the lobster risotto and a bottle of wine. By the time we arrived back at the house, it was just after midnight.
I helped carry her bag to her room.
“I really enjoyed the last few days. It was fun,” she said.
“I did too...”
“Although there were a few things I still wanted to try.” She placed a hand on my chest.
I wrapped an arm lazily around her waist. “Such as?”
“After we freshen up, take me to bed and I’ll show you.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
I kissed her softly. “I’ll be back.”
“And I’ll be waiting.”
She slipped out of my arms and disappeared into the bathroom.
Fuck.
I hurried to my room, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and pulled on a pair of slacks. When I re-entered her room, the lights were dimmed. Vera lay curled up on the bed in her robe.
I approached with a smile and chuckled.
She was fast asleep.
I slid in behind her, slipping one hand inside her robe, grinning at the feel of bare skin. I cupped her breast, and she instinctively pressed her ass back into me, her soft body molding to mine as my cock hardened against her.
I kissed the top of her head, closed my eyes, and after a few minutes drifted off to sleep.
Around eight that morning, my eyes opened to find Vera’s arm draped across my chest, her leg tossed over my thighs. Her robe had come loose in the night, exposing the soft curve of her breasts.
Waking up like this with Vera in my arms was something I used to dream about. After we parted ways all those years ago, I threw myself into the Bratva business because no woman had ever come close to replacing her.
I kissed her forehead, careful not to wake her, then slowly slipped out from beneath her limbs.
After using the bathroom, I figured I’d make her breakfast, but just as I stepped out of her room, my phone buzzed.
An alert from the perimeter system: Back door breach.
“Shit,” I muttered, spinning on my heel.
I darted into my room, grabbed my gun from my safe, and crept through the hallway, weapon raised.
Then I saw them coming towards me. Yegor and Zahkar.
Fuck.
I lowered the gun.
