Give Me More by Jenika Snow Page A

to match her innocence.
    Alexa also couldn’t deny she hoped they found Rick and gave him what he deserved. If she knew anything about Yvgeny and the business he was in, she knew they’d find Rick one way or another.
    It was only a matter of time, and she hoped she had a front row seat to the show.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Several days later
     
    Let me take you out tonight.
    Let me show you how special you are to me.
    Let me show you off, Myshka.
    Zoey played those words in her head over and over again. She’d been thinking about them since she’d gotten the phone call from Sergei yesterday evening. It had been several days since he’d been at her house … since he’d been inside of her.
    A shiver wracked her body at that thought, and all she could think about, all she could feel, was how it had felt to be touched, claimed by him.
    And as corny as it sounded, even when she thought about it, those few days felt like a lifetime. Zoey didn’t know why she felt so close to him, or why she felt so safe with Sergei even though she knew he was far from it.
    But not to me. I just know he’d never hurt me, that he’d go to any lengths to protect me.
    The emotions consumed her, and she embraced it. She wouldn’t let her past dictate what she should or shouldn’t feel, and certainly wouldn’t allow Rick to intrude on her life anymore.
    No, she was pushing Rick and his poison to the side. Zoey was not letting her fear of him possibly coming after her, and finding where she was, strangle her. She’d already wasted too much time on it, and she was done.
    Zoey was done with it all.
    She was going to start living her life the way she wanted to, and that meant embracing what she felt for Sergei, even if he was in the mafia.
    Bratva. Russian Mafia.
    Yeah, he was dangerous all right, but she got this little tingle at the knowledge he wielded so much power.
    Looking at herself in the mirror, she smoothed her hands down her dress. Yeah, she’d gone all out in the primping department. Her hair was up in a classy, but doable chignon, and the dress she wore was black with a low-cut neck. Hell, Sergei had been the one to pick out the dress. She’d gotten home and found the box at her doorstep, a small white note attached to it. He wanted her to wear it for him, and that sent all kinds of tingles through her body.
    He’d also put in a pair of silk panties, which she had on. Knowing he might have picked them up, imagining her in them, had a flush stealing over her.
    “I am in so over my head,” she whispered to her reflection, but then this goofy little smile played across her mouth. It felt good to just let herself go, to just let her emotions for Sergei claim her.
    She felt like her old self, where she didn’t have to worry about anything, and just lived life.
    She glanced at the clock on the wall. Sergei would be here in about twenty minutes to pick her up, and she felt like a schoolgirl for how many butterflies flapped around in her belly. Looking down the length of her body, she idly wondered if she could actually walk properly in the heels Sergei had also sent her. Heck, she didn’t care to be honest. They were gorgeous stilettos, feet killers for sure, but they made her ankles look slender and her legs long as hell.
    Lifted her head back up, the smile on her face instantly vanished at what she saw in the reflection behind her. A dark shape moved out from the kitchen, the setting sun casting all kinds of shadows and making everything seem even more dangerous.
    Zoey might not be able to see who was coming closer, but in her gut the reality was there.
    “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” Rick’s voice was like a slap to her face. Her heart stopped, her palms instantly became sweaty, and she tried to swallow.
    Moving backward, away from him, she quickly looked at how far she was from the front door. But Rick started moving toward that. “Let me lock this so we have some privacy,” he said and grinned.
    She could