Irish Deception

Chapter Twenty-Five

After a dinner full of business talk whilst me and Marianna sit quietly like the good women we are I retreat back to my bedroom to shower and change.

Then I make my way towards Irvin's study dressed in the silk nightdress and matching robe where I know he'll be like he always is late into the night.

As always there's guards posted everywhere, one of which stands outside his door giving me a curt nod as I approach.

"I-I err I wanted to speak to Mr Volkov" I stutter out and swallow hard being sure to keep my head down.

"You can go right in Miss Petrov, he's expecting you" he says but instead of doing just that I gently knock on the door and take a step back like I always do.

It's been the same routine for the past few nights. I come to his study and wait for him to open the door, wait for him to come to me.

When the door creaks open I take another hesitant step back and fist the hem of my nightdress making it ride up a little.

Of course being a man Irvin's eyes rake up and down my body hungrily. His eyes snagging on my breasts and then where the hem of my dress has ridden up before he finally meets my eyes.

"Is everything okay?" he asks as he leans against the door frame.

Nodding shuffle from one foot to the other.

"I just wanted to say thank you again" I say softly and have to urge myself not to roll my eyes as his light up.

"I was also wondering if Marianna could come with me" I then ask and his blanket expression makes it impossible to read what he's thinking this time.

"It would be nice to have a friend here" I add on for an extra guilt trip and just like earlier it does the trick.

His expression softens and he lets out a lengthy sigh as he pushes himself off the doorframe and tucks his hands into his pockets.

After a beat he nods and I force a smile to spread which of course pleases him.

"She can go" he says

"What about Micah? He's-" I begin to ask forcing my voice to be uneven as I say his name.

He quickly cuts me off stepping towards me as he lowers his voice and says "he answers to me"

With him standing right in front of me I crane my head to look up at him and flutter my lashes.

"Thank you" I breathe but the smirk that spreads now is different to his others and I already know what that means.

When his head dips down and his lips brush against mine I want nothing more than to pull away but instead I swallow everything part of me that screaming in protest and press my lips to his.

As I go to pull away one arm loops around me keeping me in place whilst his other hand comes up to cup the back of my head keeping me in place and his tongue darts outs and sweeps across my bottom lip urging me to open to him.

Fuck fuck fuck

I can't pull away. If I do that now he'll be suspicious so instead I remind myself that I'm not just doing this for myself.

With that thought in mind I grip his shirt in my hands pressing my body as close to his as I can physically get and part my lips.

I feel sick to my stomach as soon as his tongue brushes against mine.

It's not the first time I've done what was necessary to get me through. Hell I did a lot more with Damien and that same stomach churning feeling was there but it's nothing compared to the feeling that consumes me as I close my eyes and see them.

I feel like I'm betraying them, the thought that they might not see this as self preservation has tears pricking the back of my eyes as I force myself to kiss this man.

A low growl comes from him and the moment he presses his hardening length into me I break away surprised when he releases me and steps back himself.

"Goodnight Anastasia" he says his heated gaze attempting to pierce through me.

"Goodnight" I quietly mumble looking down and turn to leave.

I can feel his eyes watching me as I retreat back towards my bedroom so I keep my pace steady, trying my hardest not to scurry back like I want to so I wash him off of me.