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couldn’t
manipulate the royal family with Rasputin at their side.”
    Ivan snapped his fingers. “The country was in chaos, and amidst
the political turmoil, the bastard leech finally got what he wanted. Then it
backfired in his face, in all our faces.”
    Katya stroked the hair from Aaron’s forehead. “The people no
longer trusted the dukes or the Czar. They had elected an assembly called The
Duma. The Duma ripped the carpet out from underneath Dmitri and his schemes.
They eradicated the Monarchy and had Nicholas and his family arrested. For a
few glorious months, a brief moment in our history, Mother Russia was almost a
democracy. No more Emperors, no more dictators, no more Czars. Dmitri and the
dukes lost everything.”
    Ivan scratched his chin. “The Duma was in the process of
rewriting our laws and constitution when the Bolsheviks struck, taking full
advantage of the instability. The Duma still exists in concept, but it does not
function the way it was intended.”
    Aaron found it hard to swallow. “So, you’re telling me it’s all
his fault? Dmitri’s manipulations caused the instability of the royal family
that led to the revolution?”
    Ivan nodded, but Katya shrugged. Her fingers absently traced
Aaron’s shoulders, a habit he’d become fond of. “Who can say? Would it have
happened anyway? Maybe. The way it happened, there can be no doubt of Dmitri’s
guilt. His hands are stained with the blood of Russia.”
     
     
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Chapter 9
     
     
    Squirming in Aaron’s lap to get comfortable, Katya couldn’t
help but grin at the hot bulge warming her ass. Aaron always did have a
marvelous erection. The sexual tension between them seemed an unwavering
constant right along with the insatiable need for his teeth. She caught his
hypnotic eyes and let his gaze sink into her soul, letting him see her need.
    His hungry eyes held her in place, rapt. Damned leech was
her predator, she his prey, and somehow she was okay with this. Oh how far she
had fallen.
    A heavy drugged feeling overcame her, weighing down her
limbs, undoing her resistance to his charms. Breathless, she tried hard to
gather some wits about her. In the background, Ivan’s rumbling voice was still
reminiscing about old Mother Russia, but she couldn’t focus past her body’s
response to Aaron.
    This was how it always started, and usually ended in the
bedroom.
    After an eternity of drowning in his gaze, he finally
blinked and she woke up to find herself panting like a dog in heat. He grinned.
“I think we’d better get some more rest before all the fun starts tonight.”
    Ivan grunted, and though she wasn’t looking at him, she
could almost hear the smug humor coming off him in that one noise.
    Somehow she found the will power to get down off Aaron’s lap
and stand on her shaky legs. He stood, wrapped his arm around her, and pulled
her away towards the bedroom. Over her shoulder she caught Ivan saying
something, and she looked back at him as he winked at her. She hadn’t
understood a word he said, and it didn’t matter. She was already on her way to
get exactly what she wanted and needed.
    Aaron latched the door behind them and stood watching her as
she tossed her coat aside and crawled onto the mattress on the floor. Not
exactly the most romantic place in Moscow. The room was colder than the rest of
the warehouse, but the anticipation of all the things she knew Aaron would do
to her warmed her from the inside out.
    Her mouth turned dry as he climbed atop her slow and
sensual. He didn’t weigh much, but the hard edges of his body hinted at the
phenomenal strength within. He could crush her in his hands if he wanted. She
loved to feel all the hard lines of his muscular back, shoulders, and ass. Her
hands roamed up under his shirt with a mind of their own. Thin, cut, with a
supernatural physical power, she truly enjoyed his domination over her body –
perhaps too much.
    She lifted a shaking hand to push against his chest in