“Nadia likes to be slapped around when she comes. It’s starting to kill the mood.” “Charming.” I chuckled. His eyes settled on the claw marks on my neck. “It seems you haven’t tamed your pet yet.” I rocked back in my chair. “Good things come in time.” He stood, lifting Kat in his arms. “Your revenge is in your hands.” He stopped in front of the door and turned to me. “I’d advise you to take it and stop playing with your food before it bites back.” I held in my response. It had to do with assuring him I wouldn’t eat my pet—at least in the way he suggested—and saying that would just give him more ammo to use against me. “We’ll find another place to stay since it seems your guest room is occupied.” “I have ten more. Take your pick.” “Not sure the environment will be very family friendly.” “T think it’s futile to shelter Kat. She probably has multiple plans of demise for her brother soon to be born.” It was a joke, but I did think she would reduce her sibling to the status of her slave. Kristian didn’t think it was funny. “How long are you staying?” I asked. “A few weeks. Gianna wants to spend some time here before the baby comes.” As soon as he left, I lit up, inhaled deeply, and kicked my feet up on my desk. I didn’t expect Mila to fight me. I didn’t expect to lose my shit once she was naked either. There was just so fucking much of her. So much to touch, to play with. Her long legs and smooth, unblemished skin. Her newfound hatred and flashing eyes. I wanted to watch them go soft again when I finally pushed deep inside her. My thoughts were interrupted by Viktor appearing in the doorway. The communist hammer and sickle tattoo on his shaved head caught the light. He got it in prison with a contraband sewing needle and burned rubber from his boot heel. I had more than a few souvenirs from the time I spent in the overcrowded cells of Butyrka. Ink and alliances included. “Nikolay has become a problem again,” he told me in Russian.