Chapter 24
Samara
It’s perfect, better than what we could have afforded. It’s way out of our budget to be exact. But he was kind, and he was… different. He didn’t even want to have sex with me. He’s giving me time. It’s exactly what I need. No matter my attraction to him, I needed to breathe to find my footing again around him, around what could potentially be a relationship. That’s at least where I hope it is going.
I think I’m ready for it. To stop focusing on everyone else and focus on myself for a change, to take it to that next level where it’s possible to see what life has to offer me because I’m really getting sick of being kicked in the guts. Getting back into the swing of life isn’t as easy as everyone thinks, it becomes harder and harder every time something goes wrong.
“Wow! I didn’t think you would say yes,” Raven says later that evening when she comes over. Anton moved all my stuff in today. Granted it wasn’t much, but still, he wouldn’t let me say no. Raven is holding a box of her own and Anton comes in behind her, because he went back to help her move. She has her own room, and so do I. We both have bigger beds. The two of us can fit comfortably, instead of being stuck to each other. We each have our own bathrooms, and the whole place feels more like a mansion even though I know it’s not. It’s more than we have ever dreamed of owning.
“We’re paying for it,” I say mainly to Anton but it’s Raven that laughs.
“I’ve tried that approach already. He wouldn’t take any money when I offered it to him.” She walks up the stairs, leaving us down in the hallway.
The house is gorgeous. Two stories outside covered in cream cladding, and gray shutter windows. As we move inside, the bottom story of the home is all open plan. As I look over to the kitchen, I see gleaming stainless steel and white marble countertops with matching cupboards. The living room is furnished with gray and white furniture to match the rest of the space. An enormous flat screen television is hanging on the wall. I look over to the right, and there’s a set of steps, which is where Raven disappeared, and I’m guessing that’s where the bedrooms are located.
The box Anton has in his hands is placed on the floor in front of him as he stands opposite me.
“I think I want that kiss now.”
His lip twitches. “You think so, do you?” he asks, stepping over the box and into my space.
“That detective is walking up to the door,” Raven yells down just before Anton reaches me. My happy vibe disappears and is replaced with anguish.
Anton’s eyes close then reopen as he turns to go to the door, then he looks back to me. “Stay back, don’t come to the door.”
I listen to him because so far his intentions have to been to protect me. So why wouldn’t I? I hear his voice, the man who was partnered with Jamie at the door. I try to not think of Jamie at all, all it does is make me physically and mentally sick.
“Can I help you?”
“I know you two had something to do with it.” Mitchell’s voice sounds off like he’s been drinking. “And what, now you move her away? Are you buying her silence, Mr. Smirnov?”
Anton chuckles. “If I could buy anything for her it wouldn’t be her silence.” He turns to look back and notices where I am, then he looks back to the door. “Don’t step foot on my property again.”
“I’ll get it out of her one way or another. You better hope it’s when you’re around.”
Mitchell’s voice sends shivers through me.
“Did you just threaten her?” I watch as Anton steps out of the house. I step behind him, staying hidden and clasping onto his arm.
Mitchell steps back, shaking his head.
“Next time, detective.” Anton slams the door shut, leaning on it to face me. His hand goes to his pocket, and I remove my hands from him. “Look out your window.”
Anton waits as he speaks on his cell, and I watch him, unsure of what he’s doing.
“Yes, go out and kill him.”
Silence.
“No, I’m not allowed to kill. So I need you to do it.”
Silence again.
“Stop being a bitch and fucking do it, or I’ll tell Pollie you like to wear her pink G-strings.”
I smirk, despite the actual conversation being so serious. He hangs up the phone, looks back to the door and then to me. “I’m staying the night.” I thought he was anyway, so I just shrug my shoulders, turn around and walk up the stairs.
“Lock the door, please?”
He does so then follows me up. My room is almost completely furnished, I just have to buy new bedding then it’s complete. The large king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room. Behind it is a camouflaged walk-in robe and dressing room. To the right is the en-suite. The walls are painted in a deep red, and the furniture is dark mahogany wood with gold handles. The room borders on masculine, but the chandelier-style lighting, trinkets, throws, and pillows give it that feminine touch. Leaving the door open, I sit on the bed and wait for him to come in. He stands at the door, his body leaning on the frame as he watches me.
“I’m still waiting for that kiss.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for what follows that kiss?”
I know where it leads, I’m not dumb. And I do think I’m ready. Possibly.
“Slow, let’s take it slow.”
He steps in, shutting the door behind him. “I don’t do slow… but for you, I’ll try.”
I nod my head and pull my shirt off, I have no bra on so my boobs are free the minute it’s off. I stand, shimmying my pants down, so they drop around my ankles.
“That’s not slow, that’s fast,” he says with a chuckle.
“I like the way you see me, it makes me feel sexy,” I tell him as I scoot back onto the bed.
“That’s because you are sexy.”
“It’s different when you see me to when others see me.”
Anton removes his shoes, then his shirt. Oh, how I’ve missed that part of him. My heart beats hard with each step he takes closer to me, then he leans down when he’s in front. His lips touch mine, and he pushes me back, so he hovers over me. Then he’s gone just as fast as he was there, walking back to turn off the light.
“Not tonight.” I shake my head. “Not tonight, Sam, you’re shaking.”
I look down to my hands. They are, and I didn’t even notice. He pulls back the covers and crawls into bed with me while I’m still naked, drawing me into him. Anton’s cock is rock hard, and it’s pressed against my ass. I want to rock into it, but something stops me from doing so. He kisses just below my ear and holds me tight. It isn’t too long before I hear his soft snore, then mine follows not too much time after.
***
I wake to a slight nudge of my hips, then a hard hand on my hip. My eyes open and I remember I’m completely naked with Anton behind me. I go to move, but I end up wiggling instead to move his hand without waking him.
“You’re wiggling your ass on my cock, woman. Fucking nice way to wake up.”
Turning to face him, his eyes are still closed, so I lean over and kiss his lips, just the sides of them, then his eyes which are still closed. I’m horny, just from that action alone, so I slide under the covers more and lay, so I’m on top of him. His hands slide down my back, and over my ass. Then his eyes open, his beautiful golden brown eyes look up to me.
“I could wake up to this every day,” he says, nudging me, and I nudge him back. The friction making me wet. Reaching between us, I search for his cock, pulling it free from its confines within his trousers that he slept in last night.
“Fuck, woman,” he growls as I hold it then slide it between my legs. I grind on it, creating friction, and the tip teases my entrance with each grind. I want it in, but I want to tease him a bit more first. He pulls my hair backward so he can kiss my neck as I keep on moving, then he works his tongue into my mouth. His kisses are wet and passionate, crazy and addictive just as we are right now. Taking a deep breath as he lets go of my hair, I bend my back then slide down on him, letting him enter me and making me gasp. The feeling is all too much, and again not enough. His large girth fills me, and I can’t get enough of him. I want more. He knows this because his hands start working my hips, dragging me up and down, so I slide on his cock while I try to gather myself. Then I take over, sitting upward, my hair falling down my back as I start moving. My orgasm builds fast, this position always works for me and consistently makes me come quickly. Especially with Anton, as he reaches all those perfect places as we fuck.
“Fuck, I love… this—” I stop myself from saying him, and I’m hoping he didn’t hear or click on to what almost fell out of my mouth, but before I can dwell on it too much, it hits me. His hands take control and rock me back and forth so fast that waves crash over me, and I collapse onto his chest with him still inside me. We’re both breathing hard, too tired to move and knowing I should. A loud bang comes on the door, and we both turn toward it.
“Five minutes, Anton,” Kazier yells.
“How did he get in?” I ask, shocked.
Anton scratches his chin. “We all share keys, no one else but us, it’s for security measures.”
Looking back to Anton, I slide off of him and stand to go to the bathroom to wash myself off. He grabs my hand pulling me around, so my body slams back into him. I’m unsure of how I feel about other men having keys to my house, but extra security is always a plus, I guess. Especially knowing these men, they would only enter if they needed him or to help me, or so I’m hoping.
“Don’t think I didn’t hear your words.” He kisses my lips then drops his hands from my body as he reaches for his clothes to go to Kazier.
“Will you be back later?”
Anton looks up as he slides his trousers on. “Yes.”
I nod my head and tell him, “I have to work.”
“I’ll be waiting out front when you finish. Have Raven drop you off.” He picks up his cell phone then walks to the door.
I watch as he leaves, pulling his shirt on as he goes, and I wonder if he will love me back, especially considering he doesn’t believe in love.