Chapter 21
Ravil
“I told you no more heels.” I gently massage Lucy’s swollen feet. We’re on the sofa in the penthouse, her feet in my lap where I can rub them as she eats her bedtime snack of perogies and milk.
I’ve already f****d her thoroughly, both in the bed and in the shower afterwards, and her resulting glow makes me smug.
“They weren’t that high.” Lucy leans forward to feed me a bite of her meat pastry. She moved in with me but insisted on going back to work this week, her bedrest magically ending. “Will you hand me that pillow?” she points at one of the throw pillows, and when I hand it to her, she shoves it behind her lower back.
I shake my head. “I don’t like it, kotyonok. You work too hard. All for what—to prove yourself to a bunch of assholes who are idiots not to reali
