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George doesn’t believe me, I can tell by the tick of his jaw, but I need him to know this. Bane needs a lot of tender care. I know this.
“He’ll be returned in mostly one piece,” George tells me, not really reassuring me, but doing his best.
I sigh and then lean into Mikhail. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
“He’ll be fine, sólnyshko. Now let’s go. Dinner awaits,” Mikhail interjects, obviously done with this little visit.
I let him lead me from the house, George not even walking us out, but disappearing back into the bedroom. As we exit, I hear Bane groan in pleasure, and I plug my ears.
“Oh my god. I think he’s loving this, huh? I had no reason to worry.”
“He seemed happy and very horny,” Mikhail replies, and I feel slightly better knowing Bane is right where he wants to be.
“Good,” I say just as my stomach rumbles and Mikhail picks up the pace slightly, his hand pressing urgently against my lower back.
“You need to eat, sólnyshko.”
“I know. You worried about me?”
“It seems you’re always on my mind, my little devil.”
I grin wickedly at him, and he kisses me soundly.
And needless to say, we’re late for dinner.
24
MIKHAIL
“You need to go speak with Daniil about this mess with the money,” Ivan presses, and I stare at him, not wanting to have this conversation. I just want to head back to Angel, press my lips to his and make out.
I feel like I’m a teenager all over again.
It’s ridiculous. And yet I can’t be bothered to stop.
“You are not an Ivanov if you do not go.”
“I’d honestly rather not be related to any of you at the moment.”
“You are thinking with your dick and your dick only.”
“If only you knew what that was like,” I grumble. “Perhaps you should find someone to fuck you and then you’ll realize there’s more to life than this shitty business.”
Ivan stares at me, blinking behind his glasses. They’re still broken. He hasn’t even taken the time to fix them.
“You are speaking blasphemy, brother.”
“I am speaking the truth. Perhaps have one of the bodyguards fuck you and then you’ll see why I don’t want to leave.”
“Take him with you, then.”
“And put him in harm’s way? You’ve lost your mind.”
“Bring him or don’t, but you need to go down there and speak with these people. They’re stealing from you and it makes you look weak.”
My jaw nearly cracks at that. “Shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”
Ivan rolls his eyes and then takes a bite of something. It crunches between his teeth, and I seethe. He knows how much I hate being perceived as weak, how much it eats at me.