Megan Riggs and decided to wait. She didn't want to get his hopes up, but if the message really was from Megan, things were definitely looking up.
He sank onto the bed and pulled her into his lap with a heavy thrust. The bruise on her leg knocked against his knee and she let out a groan. Dmitri took it for excitement and rolled her onto her back, spreading the robe with strong hands and cupping her breasts. She let her head fall back as she arched toward him.
When she looked up again, he had shed the white cotton Calvin Klein boxers and was coming toward her.
She grinned at his body, his passion protruding.
He reached down and grabbed her buttocks and lifted himself onto her, thrusting himself inside in a deft motion that took her breath away.
For the moment, she pushed her pathetic sister and Megan Riggs from her mind and let Dmitri fill it as he was filling her body.
She and Dmitri were meant to be. All they needed to do was help his father and Dmitri swore they would be free of it. Jennifer had no problems with that. Megan Riggs deserved what she had coming. She never should have betrayed Jennifer's trust.
Yes, she and Dmitri would be together, and getting Megan Riggs would merely be icing on their wedding cake.
Chapter 12
Cody watched the next morning as her neighbors the Dawsons pulled out of the garage and headed off for their Saturday activities. The house was completely clean, prints included. And to keep from messing it up, she'd spent the night in the garage on a cot, though she wouldn't have called it sleeping. She'd been waiting for someone to arrive for her. If Kirov had Ryan, surely he would come for her, too. Or perhaps the torture of not knowing was his way of making her pay. It was too subtle, she decided. Subtlety wasn't like Kirov. Oskar Kirov had something bigger in store.
She watched the neighbors' car until it had disappeared around the corner and then waited another three minutes. They had breakfast and played Saturday-morning bridge at some friends' house, Mrs. Dawson had told her once. It didn't matter where they were going. Just that it was the same place as every week and that they wouldn't be back for at least three hours.
Dressed in sweats and running shoes, Cody headed out her back door. She crossed the sidewalk and entered the Dawsons' side yard. Moving swiftly, she followed the slippery brick path around the side of the house to the fence, then reached up and unhooked the latch. The door came loose and Cody opened it slowly, waiting for the dog to appear. The Dawsons' dog, Jerri, was a German shepherd-collie mix that they had once asked Cody to take care of when they'd had a family emergency. This morning she was taking Jerri out for her own purposes.
Jerri bounded across the yard as Cody found his leash on a small hook on the outside of the house. He pawed and licked at her as she tried to maneuver the clip onto his collar, and she immediately thought of how funny Ryan had thought it was to watch her go through the same thing. He'd lain on the grass, roaring, while she had struggled with the dog that weighed almost as much as she did.
When she finally got the leash attached, Jerri bounded around in a circle, and she knew he was missing Ryan, too. "It's going to be okay, Jerri. We're going to go get him."
She led the dog out of the yard and closed the gate behind her. She opened the back of the Jeep and pulled the dog in before closing the hatch and getting into the driver's seat. The Underwoods' house was exactly where she'd expected it to be, a few blocks from Landon's in an equally wealthy neighborhood where people had 2.4 children and 2.9 cars and 1.5 dogs that they walked on a Saturday morning. She drove past as slowly as she could without being conspicuous. The light was on in the kitchen, but she didn't see any signs of activity. There was one car, a gray GMC Suburban, in the driveway, and the garage was closed.
She continued on a couple more blocks and
He sank onto the bed and pulled her into his lap with a heavy thrust. The bruise on her leg knocked against his knee and she let out a groan. Dmitri took it for excitement and rolled her onto her back, spreading the robe with strong hands and cupping her breasts. She let her head fall back as she arched toward him.
When she looked up again, he had shed the white cotton Calvin Klein boxers and was coming toward her.
She grinned at his body, his passion protruding.
He reached down and grabbed her buttocks and lifted himself onto her, thrusting himself inside in a deft motion that took her breath away.
For the moment, she pushed her pathetic sister and Megan Riggs from her mind and let Dmitri fill it as he was filling her body.
She and Dmitri were meant to be. All they needed to do was help his father and Dmitri swore they would be free of it. Jennifer had no problems with that. Megan Riggs deserved what she had coming. She never should have betrayed Jennifer's trust.
Yes, she and Dmitri would be together, and getting Megan Riggs would merely be icing on their wedding cake.
Chapter 12
Cody watched the next morning as her neighbors the Dawsons pulled out of the garage and headed off for their Saturday activities. The house was completely clean, prints included. And to keep from messing it up, she'd spent the night in the garage on a cot, though she wouldn't have called it sleeping. She'd been waiting for someone to arrive for her. If Kirov had Ryan, surely he would come for her, too. Or perhaps the torture of not knowing was his way of making her pay. It was too subtle, she decided. Subtlety wasn't like Kirov. Oskar Kirov had something bigger in store.
She watched the neighbors' car until it had disappeared around the corner and then waited another three minutes. They had breakfast and played Saturday-morning bridge at some friends' house, Mrs. Dawson had told her once. It didn't matter where they were going. Just that it was the same place as every week and that they wouldn't be back for at least three hours.
Dressed in sweats and running shoes, Cody headed out her back door. She crossed the sidewalk and entered the Dawsons' side yard. Moving swiftly, she followed the slippery brick path around the side of the house to the fence, then reached up and unhooked the latch. The door came loose and Cody opened it slowly, waiting for the dog to appear. The Dawsons' dog, Jerri, was a German shepherd-collie mix that they had once asked Cody to take care of when they'd had a family emergency. This morning she was taking Jerri out for her own purposes.
Jerri bounded across the yard as Cody found his leash on a small hook on the outside of the house. He pawed and licked at her as she tried to maneuver the clip onto his collar, and she immediately thought of how funny Ryan had thought it was to watch her go through the same thing. He'd lain on the grass, roaring, while she had struggled with the dog that weighed almost as much as she did.
When she finally got the leash attached, Jerri bounded around in a circle, and she knew he was missing Ryan, too. "It's going to be okay, Jerri. We're going to go get him."
She led the dog out of the yard and closed the gate behind her. She opened the back of the Jeep and pulled the dog in before closing the hatch and getting into the driver's seat. The Underwoods' house was exactly where she'd expected it to be, a few blocks from Landon's in an equally wealthy neighborhood where people had 2.4 children and 2.9 cars and 1.5 dogs that they walked on a Saturday morning. She drove past as slowly as she could without being conspicuous. The light was on in the kitchen, but she didn't see any signs of activity. There was one car, a gray GMC Suburban, in the driveway, and the garage was closed.
She continued on a couple more blocks and
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