Free Russian Killer's Baby by Bella Rose Page A

more and more apparent that fatherhood made men lose their good sense. He could only resolve to be the exception to that particular rule.

Chapter Ten
    The shower had only just shut off in the en suite bath when Feliks entered Annika’s bedroom. He set the bowl of stroganoff he’d brought on the empty dresser top and took a look around the room.
    It was difficult to say with any accuracy how well this place represented her. It was obvious that nobody had stayed in this room for a long while. There was a fine coat of dust on the furniture, and the queen sized bed was pristine. Still, he could easily imagine a teenaged Annika living in this place.
    It was neat in a practical sort of way. There were a few landscapes hanging on the wall, as well as a black and white photograph of the Moscow skyline. A single picture sat on the nightstand. Feliks picked it up, struck by the beauty of the woman portrayed in the tiny silver frame.
    “That’s my mother,” Annika told him quietly.
    He looked up, realizing that she’d entered the room wearing only a towel. Her hair was still wet. The dampness only served to intensify the color. She was blotting and squeezing the length of it with another towel while she stared at him. The shape of her body fascinated him. Her full breasts were the only thing holding her towel in place. The generous swell of her cleavage above the fabric was enticing. There was strength in the firm muscle of her arms and long legs. He couldn’t see her flat belly, but he could easily remember the way it gradually dropped down to the triangle of short hair covering her mound.
    He tried to get back to the moment. “Your mother was a beautiful woman.”
    “Thank you.” She seemed to spend several seconds thinking about exactly what she wanted to say. “She was a fool for my father. I don’t think she ever really knew what he was.”
    “You think he used her?” Feliks had already surmised that much.
    “Yes.” Annika tossed the towel aside and picked up a comb. Perching on the edge of the bed, she began to untangle her hair. “And after my mother died, my father continued that legacy by using me in her place.”
    “He loves you.” He wondered if he had angered her with that statement.
    “In his way, I believe he does love me.” She cocked her head to one side. “Just as I believe in your way, you love me too.”
    Feliks was so shocked by her words that he actually took a physical step back. Love? Was she insane? He had been contemplating her murder less than twenty-four hours ago.
    She stared at him as if waiting to see what would happen. Then she stood and walked closer. Feliks could hardly breathe. He caught a whiff of her light, feminine scent and blood rushed to his groin.
    She reached up and undid her towel, letting it fall to the ground. “I’m not asking for a declaration here, Feliks,” she whispered.
    Still he had no response. What would possess her to say such a thing?
    “You could have killed me and ended this entire thing.” She stood on tiptoe, letting her soft lips brush his jaw. “But you didn’t. You let me live. You chose to let me live. Don’t you wonder why?”
    Of course he did. But at this moment the only thing he could possibly manage to think about was the naked woman standing so close that he could feel the heat of her skin shimmering over his body. There was no turning back. Not now.
    He wrapped his arms around her and covered her mouth with his. He devoured her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth and staking a claim that would not be denied. Cupping her rounded backside in his hands, he pulled her flush against his body. The ridge of his erection fit perfectly against the V of her pelvis. She made a little noise and slipped her arms around his neck. When she scored his scalp with her nails, Feliks could wait no longer.
    He let go of Annika and scrabbled to find the hem of his T-shirt. Seconds later she was helping him, pushing it up and over his head so he could drop