Free Her Russian Beast: 50 Loving States, New Mexico by Theodora Taylor Page A

Enterprises, but he lived full time in the States. Bair had become used to the complete autonomy he’d been given to run the Russian half of their vast empire.
    Over the years, Bair had carved out his own path within their company, using his Siberian background to make deals at a few tables even Alexei couldn’t access. Now he was an oligarch in his own right. Maybe only still half a Rustanov but a full billionaire a few times over. Which meant he was and would never again be so easily commanded by Alexei or anyone else.
    Apparently Alexei understood this, because after a few long minutes of Bair’s answering silence, he gave in with a nod.
    “Fine, but I hope you will do the right thing where your opera singer is concerned, Borya. I do not like disappointing children.”
    “And you know how I feel about children, Lyosha ,” he returned, using the diminutive form of his older brother’s name to make his point.
    Bair thought of the appointment he’d made for Sirena at the Berlin University, scheduled for a couple of weeks before he’d been due back from his Russian business trip, so he wouldn’t have to be without her. How frustrated he’d become when that doctor refused to tell him and his men what had transpired during the appointment, citing doctor-patient confidentiality. There had been a much more expensive interview with one of the front office staff after that. The woman told them Sirena had signed the papers, but then had asked to have a private conversation with the doctor before the procedure. She hadn’t even been aware Sirena had left until the doctor had come out to the main office to cancel the surgery. The nurse had been just as surprised as the guard waiting to escort her home after the outpatient procedure.
    The guard had run through the same back entrance she’d left from, searching the streets of Berlin for her. But by then it was already too late. Sirena was gone. Never to be seen or heard from again.
    Until now.
    He and Alexei exchanged terse good-byes, with his older brother retiring to a hotel. He never stayed in their family home during their visits to Russia. Too many bad memories, because he’d actually been quite happy here growing up, and now both his parents were gone. Leaving him with one noncompliant half brother who’d just refused him the one request he’d come all the way to Moscow to make in person.
    Long after Alexei left, and Marta had finally been dismissed to go home, Bair continued to sit in his office. Wondering where she’d been hiding all these years. He’d often imagined she’d gone to someone else. Imagined and found both his fists curling at just the thought of her giving to another what she’d given to him.
    Sultry smiles and warm caresses at the end of long days. A “come here, Beast,” as she settled his head in her lap and sang him one of her gospel songs while stroking his hair.
    Did she stay wet for her new lover the way she’d always been for him?
    “Mmm, you want some of this, Beast?” she used to say when he came up behind her while she was getting dressed in their bathroom. Voice teasing, body ripe to his touch.
    Remembering her, Bair unzipped his pants and took himself in his hand. Thinking about the smell of the product she used to smooth back her wild curls. The sight of her sensual smile in the mirror as he took her up on her teasing invitation.
    Yes, he wanted some of that. He always wanted her.
    The whisper of her dress—he only allowed her to wear dresses—against his trousers as he pushed it up and pushed himself into her wet core.
    He stroked himself faster and faster, remembering her plaintive cries. The way she’d often reach up and cup the back of his neck as he fucked her from behind. Kissing him boldly until she came apart under his merciless thrusts.
    She never held anything back from him when they were together like this, he remembered. And he could hear the sound of her laughing as she came down. As if the aftershocks of the