Allure of Darkness!

60. Angry Wife!

Author's POV

Mikhail was watching footage in his study after coming back to the castle. The skeleton was sent for examination.

He was watching orphanage footage carefully. His heart was heavy after watching Miguel, he can't even imagine his sufferings. The boy lost shelter at a young age and got abused by everyone.

He paused the footage when he saw one man looking at Miguel more than necessary. Miguel was also looking at him in the eyes like they are talking with eye contacts. Mikhail analysed it carefully.
The man gave him a signal which got unnoticed by Karla who was standing beside them. He tried to see the man's face but it was blurry.
He sent the footage to Jeh and asked him to fix it so he can see who the man is.
It was clear that he was somehow involved in the disappearance of Miguel. If he manages to find the man then he will get Miguel too.

"Mikhail!"
He quickly turned off the screen when he heard Marona.

"Yes, wife!"
He looked up and his eyes raised amused when he looked at her.

She was wearing her night gown which was showing her sexy curves and he instantly turned hard.
"Wow!"
He eyes turned darker.

She blushed and walked in.
"What's taking you so long?"

He gestured for her to come closer.
"Were you waiting for me?"
He smirked.

She stood in front of him and looked at him passionately as he caged her against the desk.
"My husband loves his work more than his wife, what to do?"
She teased while touching his sharp jaw.

He kicked back his chair and she gasped when he placed her on the table.
"Then your husband is a stupid man."
His fingers tangled in her hair and her face turned red.
"He is a fool to ignore such a beautiful wife..."

She moaned when he captured her lips with his dominating lips. His other hand grabbed her thigh and spread her legs.
She wrapped her legs around him when he stood between them.

His tongue danced with her warm one. Sucking the soul out of each other, it was hot and passionate. He ate her moans as his hand roamed on her curves. He released the knots of her gown and slid down her shrug under which she was wearing her lingerie.

They were literally eating each other's faces. His hand reached for her core when they suddenly heard the knock on the door.
"Mikhail!"
It was Rafael and he sounded pissed.

Mikhail quickly broke the kiss and cursed.
"What the hell is he doing here this late?..."

Marona was breathing heavily for air.
"It must be important... What do I do now, I am half naked!"
She panicked.

Mikhail quickly pulled her down and pushed her under the desk. Marona quickly hid herself from Rafael.

"Yes!"
Mikhail rubbed his face and asked him to come in.

Rafael entered and frowned.
"What took you so long to answer?"

"Nothing!"
Mikhail tried to control his heavy breathing. He was rock hard and it was hard to avoid the throbbing need.

"You had a meeting today with Drogo... What did he say?"
He asked.

Damon entered too.
"He is the one who fucked up in our deal with Russians..."

Mikhail was trying to focus on their talks but the delicate hand started travelling to his leg making him hard to focus. Marona smiled naughtily as he tried to remove her hand. He was already struggling to hide his hardness.

"We should just get rid of him. It's enough now!"
Damon was pissed.

Mikhail closed his eyes as her delicate hand started travelling in the wrong direction. He deliberately dropped the paper weight down while Damon and Rafael were talking.