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"I don't know. Just not right now." She threw up her hands. "I've been working all day in the dirt and with horse manure. I smell like shit… I feel like… I want to take a hot bath and rest before I go to the shop. Is that so much to ask?"

"You're going to work again today?"

"Yes. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Dmitry sighed and let her go. "We talk tonight as soon as you get home." He raised his finger to her nose, flipped it and walked away. Their footsteps echoed down the large hallway as they went in opposite directions.

Victoria listened on near the door opening and soaked up all the information that she could. So, there was a problem between the happy couple. She knew it. Smiling, she leaned against the door and popped her lips. How could anyone be distant from a man like Dmitry Medlov? And Mrs. Medlov was in therapy? Crazy bitch. Her vice was probably alcohol. She had smelled it on her breath at least four times since she started working for them.

"What are you doing, Victoria?" Anya asked, getting up from the table.

"Nothing," Victoria said in hushed tone. She darted cross the room. "Finish eating your food and after that we can go outside and play for a while."

Chapter 4

Brigitte let out a soft moan and rubbed the blonde hair hovering over her. Kissing his lips as he rose from her breasts, she melted in his strong arms. His strokes were slow and accurate, filling her to the brim with ecstasy. As his hips retracted, she began to shiver, feeling him instantly return with full thrusts inside of her.

Gripping his back, she watched as her full breasts bounced against the magnitude of his pressure. With the flick of his thumb, he teased her aching nipples before he buried his head back to taste her.

"Master… Medlov," she moaned as the wetness of her body saturated his sheets.

"Shh," he whispered as he pulled her legs up over his shoulders. "Not too loud. We don't want anyone to hear, eh?" A devilish grin crossed his face. "You feel so good, Brigitte." He thrust into her again, this time holding down her hips to the mattress. "Did you miss me?"

"Oui," she pined. "Oui, oui, oui."

"How much?" he asked with a powerful push. "This much… or this much?" Sweat ran down his muscular chest on to his carved abs.

Brigitte bit her lip and grabbed her breasts. The feeling of a familiar, powerful climax approached.

"Ahh… .ohhh… ummm," she whimpered as his strokes became stronger. "So much."

"That's it," he said, grunting as he picked her body up off the bed. "Let me feel it."

Her long blonde hair fell over his arm as he gripped her small waist. Rubbing his bronzed, tattooed body, she looked up at the ceiling and released. Shaking all over, she tried to cover her mouth as she screamed, hearing him chuckle in a husky tone before he grunted and came inside of her, holding her close as he did so.

They both fell back onto the bed, sweating and panting. She looked over into his blue eyes and kissed his lips. Anatoly pulled her close to him and moved her long blonde locks out of his way to see her glowing face better. They kissed softly for a minute before she laid her head back down on the pillow.

"You're still on birth control, Da?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yes," she said, curling under him. "Are you still faithful, my love?"

Anatoly smirked. "I'm safe. I got checked last week. Passed it with flying colors." He ran his finger down her long frame.

Brigitte closed her eyes and sighed. Having been hoping for a different answer, she was mildly disappointed to know how he still felt. They had been breaking Mistress Medlov's rules for nearly three months now. It was love at first sight for her, but she knew that Anatoly only liked her. Still, when they made love the passion was unexplainable and undeniable. She could not resist him.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, when she recognized his silence.

"I'm still horny," he said, slipping his fingers in between her wet thighs. "I can't quite get enough."

She giggled. Anatoly was an animal.

Rolling over on her back, she looked up at him as he hovered over her, viral and carnal in all his ways. He was such a beautiful man. Dirty blonde locks, ice blue eyes, a perfectly straight nose, square jaw, perfect white teeth, a muscular tattooed frame, money, power and drive.

How she wanted him. How she wanted him to want more of her than he took. Her thoughts subsided as he entered her and her eyes closed shut. A gasp crossed her lips as he bent down to her kiss her. She ran her hands over the ripple of muscles in his back and prepared to enjoy more of him before he was off to do whatever he did.

Suddenly the door opened. Anatoly pulled out and turned around.

"Shit, papa!" he said, pulling the covers over Brigitte.

Planted at the door, Dmitry stood with a pair of pants and towel in his hands and a blank look on his face.

"I didn't know you had arrived," Dmitry said in a deep Russian baritone. He did not blink or look directly at the naked woman.

"You were in gym when I got here," Anatoly explained. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed it on the comforter.

"I'll use other bedroom to get dressed. My wife is using her entire room right now and not even bathroom is available." He was more so explaining to Brigitte than Anatoly.

"She's pissed at you?" Anatoly asked.

"Of course," Dmitry smirked. "Both of you get dressed now. And you," he said, pointing at Anatoly, "Meet me in my study so we can