Chapter Twenty-Seven

Renee stepped out of the car after the long drive from Atlanta and looked at Anatoly’s vast mansion the way that Royal must have looked at it the first time that she realized that she would be living there. It seemed massive all of a sudden.

As she went to the trunk to get her bag, Anatoly stopped her and pointed toward the house. “Go make yourself comfortable. Someone else will get your things.”

“Is this where I start to get lazy?” she asked playfully.

“You live here now. You live the way that I live, and we don’t carry our luggage.” He grabbed her hands. “Come on.”

The doors opened as they hit the step, and the maids moved out the way to greet them. Renee had never had that p>

“Good afternoon, Master Medlov” the maid said, passing him his mail.

“Hello Theresa,” Anatoly said courteously. He looked down at his mail and waited for his dogs to appear. “Did Vasily make the arrangements as I told him.”

“Yes, sir. Your room is ready for you both,” she said, nodding at Renee.

Renee turned to the maid and smiled. “Just call me Renee, please. I mean, Master or Mistress – that is just too much for me.”

“Yes ma’am,” the maid said, excusing herself.

Anatoly put down his mail and shook his head. Just then, his dogs came running, scratching against the marble floor as they attacked him with licks and barks.

Renee walked towards the kitchen to give him a minute with his animals. “Are you hungry? I can fix us something to eat.”

Anatoly stood up and put the mail back on the table. Slowly, he walked over to her and slipped his hand over hers. He lovingly kissed her forehead. “I have been trying to be a gentleman for the last twenty-four hours. And I think I did pretty good at it, but at this very moment,” he ran his other hand down the side of her neck. “I’m only hungry for one thing.”

Renee’s eyes burned with fire. There was no way that they were going to make it upstairs. Following him quickly and quietly into his study, they burst through the door, kissing and stripping each other of their clothes.

Renee panted heavily as he pulled her pink bra strap down and bit her shoulder. In one quick motion, he had picked her up off the ground and pushed her against the wall while she struggled to unbuckle his pants.

“Umm…excuse me,” Gabriel said, standing up from behind the desk. Vasily stood behind him unable to speak.

“Oh my goodness!” Renee exclaimed, trying to cover herself in front of the Vasily, and the guy she’d gone on the date with a few months ago. “What the hell is he doing here?” she asked, looking to Anatoly for an answer.

“Shit,” Anatoly said, feeling his erection go down. He slid Renee carefully down to the floor and opened the door for her to slip out.

Turning to the men, he clasped his hands together and shook his head. “What the hell are you two doing in my office?”

“We’re setting up the surveillance equipment and watching the council,” Vasily explained. “Like you asked us to do, boss.”

Anatoly forgot for a brief moment Renee’s embarrassment and walked over to look at all the monitors. “This is all the businesses?” he asked, zipping up pants.

“Every one of them,” Gabriel answered. He moved out of the way so that Anatoly could see the equipment better.

Anatoly nodded, pleased with the men. He looked up from the monitors and smirked. “Good work.”

“I take it that she didn’t know about my little reconnaissance work?” Gabriel asked concerned.

“I forgot all about it. Now, I have to deal with that shit,” Anatoly sighed and leaned against the table.

“I could go explain for you.”

“I’m boss. No one explains for me.”

Gabriel raised his brow. Sometimes, he forgot the duality of the man. One minute, he was just a guy trying to get a girl. The next minute, he was the boss of a multi-national crime syndicate.

Anatoly rubbed his head and got up. “Did you send for Briggy, yet?”

“I talk to her this morning. She’s going to Dmitry and Royal about it.”

Anatoly nodded. “I got her job at boutique.”

“Thanks,” Gabriel said, looking at the door as it opened. It was Renee – fully dressed. She crossed her arms over her chest and swallowed hard.

“Who is this for real, Ana?” she asked softly.

“This is my cousin Gabriel. I believe that you two already met under different circumstances.”

Gabriel raised his hand. “Sorry about that, Renee. It was screwed up.”

“You think?” she asked sarcastically.

Anatoly grinned and licked his lips. “Clear out of here,” he said to the men. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The men quickly left Renee alone with Anatoly. As the door closed, she rolled her eyes at him. He had lied or hidden something again, before she could get through the door good.

Anatoly read her mind through her facial expression. He leaned his hands behind him on the desk and sighed. “I forgot to explain.” He looked at her under heavy, hooded eyes.

“So is he like your buddy now?”she asked upset.

“Gabriel is useful.” He reached behind him and grabbed the remote to turn off the monitors. The room became silent, and suddenly the two were back where they began. The rain beat against the outside of the windows and darkened the already cloudy skies. “Come here,” Anatoly ordered, unbuttoning his jeans.

Renee knew when to let go. She obeyes quiet command and walked over to him. His animal magnetism often drove her mad—like right now. He was leaning, muscles bulging, against the desk with his jean-clad, bow-legs spread wide. The rise in his pants imprinted from the bulging crotch down the inside of his thigh. The sensual look in his crystal blue eyes and the naughty curl of his lips willed her towards him.

Lifting her face to his, he leaned in and kissed her, stealing the wetness from them and creating new wetness in between her steaming thighs. His soft tongue stroked the inside of her mouth and made her forget all about Gabriel and Vasily.

Control spiraled away as he eagerly searched her swollen, hot mouth. Surrender on the horizon, she lifted one delicate, trembling hand to his rock-hard chest and planted it over his heart to feel the pound of it, beating like a lion.

From behind her, Anatoly ran his hand over her zipper and pulled it down. Hot skin of a firm backside cupped in his hand, he moaned as he pulled her against his throbbing erection.

Suddenly, he remembered his father doing this many years ago, taking Royal one night in this very room to tame her, to stake his claim upon her in a manner so carnal, no one would ever be able to come behind him. It was then that he decided that he must do the same.

He knew Renee would not understand it. In fact, she might think that he’d gone mad at first, but he committed to the action anyway. He had to dominate her.

The rain outside became violent. Heavy downpours of wind and water hit the windows and beat the house. It only drove him more to it. With the flick of a switch in reach, the lights were off and the fireplace turned on. Yellow-white flames colored the darkness and set the mood for his deed.

Still kissing her, he removed her silk skirt completely and pulled down her panties. Now bottomless, she clung to her silk, cream blouse as she tried to recognize the look in his eyes. He seemed changed, different.

Anatoly pulled her by her small waist in his powerful grip. Running his hands over her shirt, he unbuttoned it carefully and dropped it on the ground between them. As he did so, the strap of her pink bra fell down her arm. She tried to pull it up, but he stopped her.

“Let me help you,” he said softly. With the flick of his wrist in the middle of her back, the bra fell down to the floor as well. Now completely naked, she stood vulnerable to his will, and he liked it.

His erection throbbed in his pants, dying to be buried inside of her. But he held his control.

Rubbing her shoulders, he slowly, lovingly, carefully, guided her down to her knees.

She looked up at him in shock. The first night, he had pleasured her without once indicating his own desires, but tonight, she could see in his eyes that all the things he had never asked of her before, he would ask in this room.

Anatoly caressed her face with his hand, then sli single digit into her wet mouth. She looked at him the entire time as she sucked it, making him feel a flush of sensations run through his entire body. Moving her thick locks of black hair from her face, he moved her up on her knees, closer to his groin.

As her warm, petite hands grasped his shaft, he closed his eyes for a minute to get his bearings before he guided himself inside her wet mouth. His own mouth started to water and his toes began to curl. Growling, he felt her suck the tip of him before devouring half of his length.

Snatching his shirt from his body, he pulled his jeans off quickly and lay down in between her shaking legs. She looked at him unsure if she had pleased him, but he quickly kissed her, taking away any discomfort that he might have caused through the act.

On the forty-thousand dollar rug, Anatoly splayed her body out in front of the fire. Licking his way from between her breasts down her belly button into her sex, he opened her legs wide and dipped below.

He gave equal amounts of pleasure for all that she had given. Sucking at her body, he felt her tense, and then tremble, but he would not give her any reprieve. A thousand thoughts assailed him. He drank in every detail of her body as he made her submit. She cried out in the room, and he was sure that it echoed down the hall, but he did not care. He was boss. She was his. Everyone would know it.

Slowly, he reached down to thread his fingers in her soaking sex. She clamored for him – in fact, begged for his merciful entry into her aching, burning body, but he denied her.

“Slow,” he whispered as he rose to kiss her mouth. His hand cupped her breasts and tugged gently at their tips. With her legs wrapped around him, she tried to angle her body towards his hardness, but he pulled her down, running his hand over her sweating body.

“Please,” she begged for him in a husky, needy whimper. “Please, Ana. Take me.”

The deep darkness of her skin against the beige rug and the crackling fireplace turned him on more and more. Every muscle in her stomach showed as she bent her abdomen to pull him inside. Her long, trim arms, reached out to him. Her long neck begged to be kissed. Her hot thighs trembled and slicked with cream.

Breathing deep breaths, he clenched his jaw and bent to kiss her again. “Slow,” he said again, this time hearing his own voice break.

She moaned louder as he slipped one of her tortured breasts into his mouth. With his palm placed in between her thighs, pushing down on her burning clitoris and the other very close to her inner buttocks, she began to pant uncontrollably. He reached back and lightly tapped her aching sex - the sound echoing through the room.

She twisted and turned her head on the floor, biting her lip and moaning his name. He reached back and carefully slapped it again. This time, she screamed out, feeling her body shake in despair. When he was certain that she had nearly expired from ecstasy, he bent to kiss her there again, feeling the heat and smelling scent of her body draw him in for the kill.

He knew it was a risky thing to do. As he watched her undulate under him, drunk with passion, blinded by love, he knew that there could be the possibility of no going back, but he did it anyway.

Pulling her legs apart, uncovered and exposed, vulnerable to only trust, he penetrated her body.

His searching hands dug into the carpet beside her shoulders as they made eye contact. With his knees planted below her and her legs around his waist, he pumped into her body unprotected. She let her head rest back, hot tears running down the sides of her face.

He quickly kissed them away, but continued to go deep and deeper into her. The slick feeling of her body connected to his through raw nerve endings that electrocuted their senses made him crazy. His muscled tensed, his body sweated, his eyes darkened.

Renee let out a helpless cry. Her body shook in pleasure as he lifted her hips and fought to go deeper into her heated center. Arching her back, she felt her body lift off the ground as Anatoly carried them both in his embrace. Still with his hand braced against the floor, his throbbing penis inside her, his knees planted, he heard her reach her climatic end. She screamed aloud, calling his name, his full name. Tears and sobs followed, but he continued on, continued until she was silent, then continued until she was moaning against the pool of heat re-emerging in between them. He continued until she was forced to look into his eyes and submit to his entire will; until the tears had gone and she had accepted that she was at his mercy, until he could take no more.

His body tensed to rigid rock, but he kept his gaze on her. The veins in his neck protruded out, his skin burned and flushed red. Then as he bent to kiss her, she felt it. The hot seed poured from his body into hers.

Collapsing to the ground, he pushed further into her body, rocking her hips to finish it. With one final pump into her body, he whispered into her mouth. “You’re mine,” he said, kissing her lips and looking into her eyes. “You’re mine.”

She nodded in agreement, unable to speak due to the pure shock of what had just happened. She had actually let him do what she said she would never allow him to, and he knew it.

Rolling over on her side, she felt him behind her, stroking her and resting. She looked into the fire and tried to catch her breath. What was she doing? This had all happened so fast. First, he just came to her out of the blue from Prague, then he had sex with her, then he drove to Atlanta to collect her, then he gave her a boutique, and now he was emptying himself into her—all of this in a matter of a month.

Renee swallowed hard. Before she knew it, she’d be pregnant too. And she would be just like Royal. She had judged that poor woman so harshly. She had thought her weak and cowardly, but now she knew. These men were overpowering. They had a way of making a person do exactly what they wanted regardless of the person’s will.

Anatoly’s arm slipped over her and pulled her into his body. Kissing her shoulder, he closed his eyes.

I do belong to you, she thought to herself of the man behind her. “But you belong to me too,” she said aloud before she could help it.

Anatoly’s eyes cracked open, and he looked at the back of her head. Smiling, he licked his lips and sighed. “I know,” he answered in a low baritone, knowing without asking that she was brooding about his decision.

The truth of the matter was that he’d never use a condom with her again. He would not have to. If he ever denied her after this, she’d be the one to protest. He knew because she enjoyed it too much. She didn’t fight it; she opened up to him, allowed him to fill her to the brim. She loved him as much as he loved her, only she was so stubborn, she was going to try her damndest to fight it.

Everyone always loses to a Medlov, he thought to himself. “Get some rest, baby,” he said, stroking her exposed breast. “YA lyublyu tebya,”

“I love you, too,” she said drifting off to sleep.