Ivana sat next to me, and I squeezed her knee. “Make crepes with Nutella for my dad.”
She smiled. “You gonna put me in the kitchen after that speech?”
I slid off my shades. “What the fuck crawled up everyone’s asses? I need a tan and crepes with Nutella.”
“Fine.” She stood with a pout. “You put your dick into her, you’re gonna have to marry her. Mikhail won’t settle for less.”
I gaped as she retreated, chuckling.
Shades back on, I lay back down. I wanted to move to China. They spoke my language of obedience and pleasing thy dictator.
“Maks is in the hospital,” Lovac said.
Jesus.
“You pounded him pretty bad. Ludi’s with the Russians, ironing things out, but you’ll have to show face. I hope the pussy was good.”
I leapt out of the chair and grabbed the back of his head, then slammed my forehead into his face. Blood gushed out of his nose, and my men jumped out of the pool, running for us. I sat back down, licking his blood from my lips. Mm-hm. “Get a bandage for that too. Maybe now you understand what I meant when I said not to touch the blonde.”
Holding his hand to the bleeding nose, Lovac left with a nod.
Okay, then. I lay down once more, glaring at the puppy who should’ve known and probably did know better than to mingle with anyone who wasn’t her family and especially not me. I didn’t like feeling as if she had manipulated me, and I liked it even less that I gave a shit.
Under the black shades, she couldn’t see my death stare, but my eyes felt like Darth Vader’s lightsaber. Flaming red, ready to stab her nice cookie from the light side. Nah, that wasn’t myeyes. That was something else of mine I’d need to control around her.
I flicked two fingers ,and she left the pool, then walked toward me in a way that complemented her body, all swaying little tits and hips. She crawled over me and lay right on top of me.
The sun had heated my body, so her wet cold one felt fantastic. She traced a finger over my bottom lip, and I snapped and bit her finger like a dog, held it in my mouth, and sucked. She started squirming and rubbing on me, making my saber—there ya go, Vader fandom—harden.
My jaw worked. I was mad, and she was cute. Perfect, if I might say so, and I knew life had dealt me a woman I could have babies with. But life was also cruel and cunning. The girl was not simple. She was fucking complicated.
Well, so was I. I slapped her ass cheek. One, then the other, then grabbed them both, digging my fingers into her flesh.
Not batting an eye, she rested her elbows on my chest.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Lana.”
“Full name.”
“Svetlana Boriskova.”
“And you didn’t think it was important to tell me that?”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Don’t fucking call me boss. I’m not your boss. Mikhail would bury you if he heard you.”
She shrugged.
I tapped my finger on her bare bottom. Spoiled, no doubt. No parents, and Mikhail had gone into protect-and-cherish mode. I’d spoil her too. So be it. “You’re staying in this house.”
5
“For the weekend,” she said, as if my sentence needed a clarification I forgot to add.
“For however long I want.”
