Free Russian Mobster’s Blackmailed Bride by Bella Rose Page A

will go to Siberia.”
    “When?”
    He smiled, and she felt her belly knot with excitement. “I believe now is as good a time as any. Don’t you?” He gestured toward the trunk of the car. “We have your luggage all ready to go.” He pushed a button, and the glass went down between the front and the back of the car. “Frederick, take us to the train station please.”
    “A train?” She could not even attempt to contain her excitement. “Are we actually taking the Trans-Siberian Express?”
    “Of course. I have my own car.”
    Trisha snorted. “Of course you do.”
    “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “Just that you’re a man of means and influence, so why wouldn’t you have your own train car, unlike us mere mortals who ride in coach like normal people.”
    “You’re not normal people.” He seemed a little stiff. Had she offended him? “You’re with me. Therefore you’re at the top of every list.”
    “Thank you.” She decided to quit teasing him, or whatever it was that she was doing, and just appreciate what he was doing. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I suppose I’m just not used to feeling as though people cater to me.”
    “Perhaps you should get used to it. While you are with me, that is how things will go.”
    He reached across the seat and took her hand. Trisha swallowed, feeling the thrum of nervous excitement in her veins. Anatoly turned her hand palm up and traced the lines with his fingertips. In spite of everything that was happening, she felt a corresponding pull begin just below her belly. It felt so good to be touched by him. The electricity between them seemed to be ever present.
    Her mind called up images of the night before. She remembered his hands on her bare thighs and the way it had felt when he’d pressed inside her body. A damp ache began to build between her legs. She squirmed a little on the seat. It was almost uncomfortable to sit there and not move. Still he gently rubbed her palm. Then his fingers slid down over her wrist and up her arm. He touched the tender skin on the inside of her elbow.
    His gaze was overwhelming. The dark depths of his eyes seemed to stare past her skin and into the core of her soul. She wondered what he would see there. Would he be able to tell that she was quickly getting in much deeper than was wise where he was concerned? Would it be obvious to him that he had an incredible amount of power over her?
    “Does this feel good?” he whispered.
    She swallowed and finally managed to speak. “Yes. It feels very good.”
    “Shall I continue?”
    “That depends,” she teased. “What do you mean by continue?”
    The car pulled up to the curb in front of the enormous railway station in Moscow. Anatoly opened the door and slid out of the car. “I suppose I meant that we will continue this discussion in the rail car.”
    “I see.” She slid out of the car, feeling almost lightheaded. “And where is this conversation going?”
    “Siberia, of course.” He tapped the end of her nose, obviously enjoying their little verbal sparring match.
    “And if I choose to ride with the other passengers so that I can have the full Trans-Siberian experience? What will you say?” She hadn’t actually considered that possibility until that very moment, but now that she’d said it, she wondered how he would respond.
    He frowned, the expression making him look almost mean. “There are no seats on the other cars.”
    “Is that right?”
    “No. There is only room for you beside me.”
    Trisha suspected that Anatoly himself did not fully understand what it was he was saying.
    She was in very big trouble and getting in worse with each passing second.
     
    THE SCENERY WHIPPED by outside the train car’s window. Inside, Anatoly lounged on a settee with a cocktail in hand and a beautiful woman for a companion. He might have said it was just like any other weekend, except the woman was Trisha and his primary goal had nothing to do with getting under her