Page 57 of Wrapped in Perfection

I dip down and suck on the curve of her neck.

Her hot breath hits my head. Her nails dig into my shoulders harder, and her pussy convulses on my shaft so violently, it sends me into my own euphoric spiral.

I can't hear my voice over hers, our sounds fill the air, along with the water hitting the floor. I crash into her, releasing my seed so deep, she screams and combusts further in my arms.

I dry her off and take her to bed.

"I have work to do." Her blue eyes are bloodshot.

"It's late, my kotik. Sleep first. Later we will work on the next piece."

"I want to meet the deadline," she says, her voice full of determination. But I also sense she needs this to prove to herself she is capable of what I already know she is.

"It took us four hours to do the first unit. Some of the pieces will be the same for the other. But let's assume each area takes another four hours. We have the lobby, elevator, common bathrooms, and hallways."

"Yes. There's still a lot."

"If it's four hours for each area, which I don't think it will be, we need twenty hours."

She stares at me, debating.

"Trust me, my kotik. Sleep now, work later. When you wake up, you will be refreshed."

It's a small test. Can she trust me enough to follow my wishes that are in her best interest?

She yawns. "Will you set the alarm?"

I stroke her cheek. "Yes. Now get your sexy ass under the covers."

She bites her smile and obeys.

I pull her into my arms. "Close your eyes."

She does and is asleep within minutes.

I pick up my phone on the table and set the alarm. Then I look at my messages.

Nothing from Chase.

I internally groan, knowing I'm going to need to sit him down and have another chat. I kiss Anna on the forehead. She's mine, and I'm hers. From now on, if I need something concerning her, he's going to give it to me and not question it. I know he has her best interest at heart, but it's no longer his call.

Chase will give me her old address. And everything that Anna's ex is holding over her head, or stole from her, he's going to turn over to me. I'm coming for him. She may not have been mine when he hurt her, but he's still going to feel my wrath.

He has no idea who I am or what I'm capable of. But he's going to learn quickly. I may avoid the Russian mafia at all costs and try to forget about them, but everything I've learned about paybacks is due to my past with them. I'm an Ivanov. One thing people in Chicago already know is you don't mess with my brothers or me. That includes our women.

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Anna

The alarm doesn't ring.Dmitri's lips wake me. They are on my breasts, and his hard erection is digging into my thigh.

My sex pulses, and tingles explode everywhere his mouth touches. I slide my hands on his head. "What time is it?"

He looks up. A smug expression and his green eyes make me squirm. He says something in Russian.

He's so dirty hot.

He could be telling me he wants to go to church, for all I know. But every word rolling out of his mouth makes my loins burn.

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