Page 129 of Devil's Vows
And Mara can’t run. She might not want to talk, but I believe Dominic could make her.
“Who is going to look after the girls?” Gabriella asks as she sits up, still deliciously naked from last night.
“Kostya will be here.”
“You trust him?”
“Yes. He took a bullet for me during the coup. Sliced straight through his shoulder,” I say, wishing we weren’t both on tenterhooks like this. “We need to be back by dinner time, so let’s get going.” I take her hand. “Shower with me.”
This suggestion seems to wake her up with a twinkle in her eye. “Is that camera still on?”
“What do you think,moya ptichka? If you’re a good girl, I’ll allow you to watch the recording of us later.”
And I bet it is going to be fucking sexy and I’ll save it to the folder I’ve created of her. It would seem my obsession hasn’t dimmed since I’ve bedded my wife. I think of her all the time, and while separated, I’ve learned to dip into that camera’s feed at the right time to jerk off every morning before I get up myself.
“I might not have been here, but I’ve beenhere, with you,” I say with a wink as I open the shower door. “And you know it.”
The way she soaped down every morning told me everything.
She chuckles, and then I have her pressed against the cold shower wall, protecting her from the spray as I open the cold water.
“It’s cold!” she protests, but her hands are already inching down to my hard cock where it’s nudging her belly.
“No steam for now, maybe later. To record clearer…for your viewing pleasure,moya ptichka.”
“Good grief,” she says on a giggle as I lift a leg to open her up for me.
She’s too short for this to work, and I’m going to have to support her full weight, both legs around my hips, back against the wall. No problem. Another fine reason to work out. “Tell me you’re wet, baby girl,” I say as I hitch her up, “thinking of all of this?”
“Of course I am,” she says on a blush, but then she giggles, and it is the soothing balm to my soul I’ve needed for days. “Chiara would be so proud,” she whispers, her voice raw.
“I bet she’d be,” I say softly, squeezing her hips to comfort her.
“So…you’ve figured it out,” she murmurs as she hugs me tight with her legs.
“That she’s making porn?” I tease with a quirked brow.
She bites her lip. “Hmm-hm…”
“Naughty little Catholic girls.”
That sweet blush deepens. “How did you find out? A video of hers?”
“Are you suggesting I’m watching porn, sweetheart?” I sound appropriately offended. “When I can watch you?” Because that’s the last thing I want or need. Yuri must have done some research because he was the one who enlightened me.
“No. I just wish I could tell her I’ve discovered an ambition I never knew I had…”
“And that is?”
“To be my husband’s private porn star.”
I smile against her lips. “It’s the perfect ambition to have for your husband,moya ptichka,” I murmur, and close my mouth over hers.
67
GABI
I’m back in Boston, on the way from the smaller commercial airport to Matteo’s apartment. I haven’t left Ivan’s compound since I went with him that day we met in Central Park, and even so, things seem less strange and overwhelming than the first time I drove through outer Boston.
