Chapter 14 - Anya

I smell his scent before I open my eyes, and then I register the fact that I am still wrapped in his arms, up against his body.

Slowly, the world becomes less of a dream and I yawn lightly, wiggling closer against him.

But I freeze. His erection is rock hard and pressing against my ass. I can hear from his breathing that he is still fast asleep. What am I supposed to do? It will be so awkward if he wakes up now. Part of me wants him to wake up and finally give me what I’ve been waiting for—the other half of me is dying of embarrassment.

Maybe if I could just sneak out of his bed and back to my own room before he wakes up, then I could avoid the awkwardness of this situation. Fully awake now because my mind is so aware of what is going on, I shift forward to try and escape him.

Lifting his arm off my waist, I do my best to move away from him without waking him up.

I am close to the edge of the bed and his breathing hasn’t changed.

But I jump in fright when he speaks.

“That’s cute, princess. Trying to sneak off so early in the morning.”

My heart stammers in my chest. “I—I was going to make coffee.”

He grabs me around the waist and yanks me back towards his side of the bed, at the same time, he rolls me onto my back and in a flash, he is lying on top of me.

My breath catches in my throat as I stare at him. The sly grin across his face warns me I am in trouble.

Every cell in my body is screaming loudly, begging for him. The heat of his body is seeping into mine and teasing me in every way possible.

“Rodion, I can—um—I can make us coffee—“ I say, the words coming out as barely a whisper.

“Or—you can tell me the real reason you snuck into my bedroom last night.”

“Huh?”I blurt out in shock. “I have no idea what you mean.”

My cheeks are already burning bright red.

“You know exactly what I mean, princess. You didn’t come into my room to have a little chat about life.—So what was it that caused you to come looking for me?”

The expression on his face makes it so obvious that he knows exactly why I snuck into his room after going to bed. The more I deny it, the worse it will be.

“I—you keep—“ I take a deep breath. Just get it over with. “You keep teasing me and then stopping or walking away. You leave me completely frustrated and it’s getting to be too much.”

He chuckles, a darkly delicious sound that rumbles through my body.

“So, you don’t think it’s fair of me?”

“No,” I huff loudly, the red of my cheeks darkening and growing hotter.

“And if I do this?” He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.

I gasp in shock.

“Does that frustrate you, princess?”

My heart is going wild. I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist. He laughs again, thrusting his hips forward, rubbing himself against me.

My lips part as he hovers his mouth over mine.

“Do you want me to do things to you?” he growls softly against my mouth.

I nod, my eyes locked onto his.

He slips his hand between my legs and brushes his fingers over my pussy. The gentle touch sends lightning shooting up my spine.

I moan softly, a desperate sound, as I rock my hips upwards.

He dips his fingers inside me, pushing them as deep as he can. My pussy pulses over his fingers. The expression in his eyes darkens, becoming filled with need as well.

I can feel his cock growing harder against me.

He lets go of my wrists, his hand tracing down my arm, over my jaw and locking around my throat.

His lips press against mine and the kiss is fierce, filled with need and passion.

My hands run down his back, my nails clawing red against his skin.

His mouth moves from my lips, brushing over my neck, across my breast.

“I want to know what you taste like, princess,” he whispers as he kisses my stomach.

My heart flutters like a wild bird.

He grabs my thighs in his hands and pulls them apart. Then his mouth is over my pussy, hot and moving slowly.

His tongue dancing against my clit.

I grab the edges of the pillow and my fingers grip the fabric tightly while desperate sounds of pleasure drift from my lips.

His tongue pushes into me, then out, then in again.

I rock my pussy over his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue and the pleasure begins to build, getting more intense and more uncontrollable.

I can barely breathe. He moves his mouth faster, licking and sucking and dipping his fingers inside me at the same time.

I reach down and grab a handful of his hair, pushing the back of his head as I rock my hips against his face.

Heat builds and in a sudden, frantic moment, the orgasm explodes through me.

I cry out, completely caught up in it.

He crawls up towards me again and kisses me deeply. His cock presses against my pussy while I taste myself on his lips.

My body still wants him, all of him.

Rodion’s phone rings loudly and I jump in fright.

He laughs.

“Sorry, princess, just give me a second.”

He reaches over and grabs his phone. He is still lying on top of me with his cock, hard and ready, pressed between my legs.

“No, was that today?Right now? Fuck. No. Sorry. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

My heart sinks as he lifts himself off me and climbs out of the bed. “We have to finish this another time, princess. We have a family breakfast that I forgot about.”

“Right now?” I stammer, hurrying to climb out of the bed, but dragging the sheet along with me and keeping it wrapped around my body.

He laughs when he sees this. “Now you want to hide?” he shakes his head.

“Go get ready. We have to hurry, though. I hate being late.”

I rush towards my own bedroom, flicking the shower on, I have the fastest shower I’ve ever had, keeping my hair up and out of the way. Then I run around the room trying to find my jeans and a pretty top to wear to the family breakfast we are apparently late for.

Just as I finish tying my hair up into a rather messy bun, I hear his voice from the doorway of my room.

“Come on, we have to get going.”

I toss my small make-up essentials into my purse and figure I can do that in the car.

It’s not a long drive to his brother’s place, but I manage to touch on some light make-up and feel a bit more presentable by the time we reach our destination.

I’m busy shoving things back into my purse when Rodion opens my door for me.

“You look incredible,” he says, holding his hand out towards me.

We walk into his brothers' house hand in hand. I’m nervous because I’ve never been here before and I’ve never been alone with his family like this. All the other times I’ve met them was at my brother’s house and I had my own family around me too. This is very overwhelming.

Rodion squeezes my hand lightly, sensing my nervousness.

To make things worse, Raisa isn’t even here. Her and Oleg are away for a week on some romantic getaway.

I am so out of place here, and his brothers aren’t exactly the most welcoming lot in the universe—they keep throwing me the side eye.

“Rodya, it’s not like you to be late. What kept you?” Rad asks when he spots us walking in.

“Just had a few things to do this morning,” Rodion says, the slightest grin on his face that his brother doesn’t seem to notice.

Ruvim and Roman are busy setting up the breakfast table.

Rodion wanders over to them and pulls each of them into a brief, but tight hug. “How are you guys?”

“Good, man, nice to have everyone together for breakfast. It’s been a while since we got so many of us on the same schedule.”

“Pity Raisa can’t be here. Where’s Ruslana?”

“You know her, she always takes forever. She’s upstairs doing something with her hair.”

Rodion shakes his head, “nobody cares what her hair looks like.” He laughs.

“You tell her that. You know how she is.”

“I think I will tell her. If we leave her up there, breakfast will be over, and she will still be busy.”

Rodion leans close to me and says, “I’ll be right back.”

I want to protest. I don’t want him to leave me alone here with his brothers. But he has already let go of my hand and he’s walking towards the stairs.

I smile tightly as I look around the open-plan living room and dining room area. His brothers seem to all turn and look at me at the same time.

“Anya Dubrov,” Renat says, walking closer.

“It’s not Dubrov, Renat—she’s a Kuznetsov now.” Rigor chuckles from the sofa where he is reading a magazine.

“Oh, yes, of course, the downgrade,” Renat says sarcastically. “How are you managing living with the commoners now?”

“Oh, stop it, you bunch of assholes.” Ruslana comes walking into the room, looking glamorous. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly. “Ignore them, they love making people uncomfortable. But they’re just being dickheads.” She throws them each a look or warning.

Renat holds up his hands. “I was just teasing.”

“Well, go tease somewhere else,” Ruslana snaps.

Rodion walks into the room and looks around at the sea of faces, grinning awkwardly. “What did I miss?” he asks, a dark undertone to his voice because he can sense the tension in the room.

“You missed your brothers being immature idiots. That’s all,” Ruslana sasses while raising her brows at each of them in turn.

“Sorry, man, we were just teasing Anya. Didn’t mean anything by it,” Roman says, standing up and running his hand through his hair. It’s amusing how nervous they all are being confronted by Rodion.

“Anya?” Rodion turns towards me, a stern look on his face.

“They were just teasing,” I smile broadly.

I’m not a snitch. And they better learn from this.

Rigor walks over to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “So, Anya, can I make you a coffee?” he asks, his gesture is friendly, but his tone is still a little cold.

“Thanks. That would be great.”

Rodion’s expression softens and everyone returns to whatever they were doing. Ruslana chuckles and pulls me out into the garden. “Come, I’ll give you a tour of the place. It’s a really nice property. You’ll see from my room—I have amazing views.”

When Ruslana and I return from the house tour, the guys have the table fully set up and breakfast is ready and waiting. The room is filled with the smell of crispy bacon and buttery eggs. Hot, freshly baked rolls are steaming in a bowl in the center of the table.

Rodion pulls a chair out for me and gestures for me to sit down. Then he takes a seat right next to mine and pulls my chair a little closer to his.

Our legs brush beneath the table and images of this morning flash through my mind. I wonder how frustrated he is feeling.

I grin, a small giggle escaping my lips.

He turns to look at me, his brows knotted and a slight grin on his face.

I bite my lip and turn my attention to Ruslana, who is scooping too much bacon onto my plate. “Oh my goodness, that’s enough.”

She laughs, “I could eat this whole bowl by myself.”

“That’s because you went out partying last night and you are fighting your own hangover,” Roman taunts her.

Rodion’s eyes pierce into her and I can sense he is not pleased. “You were partying again?” he asks, his voice deep and full of accusation.

“Oh calm down, I just went dancing.”

Rodion’s jaw clenches tightly. He doesn’t say another word to her, but I know that look. My brothers used to give it to me all the time when they disapproved of something I did.

The rest of breakfast is pleasant. It’s not like his brothers are rude to me, but they aren’t exactly the friendliest bunch either. It’s progressed from complete distaste to a civil coldness.

Ruslana and I get on very well though and even after breakfast, while Rodion catches up with everyone here, she and I drink coffee out on the patio and laugh as we share stories.