Chapter 37
Dmitri
Her hair was slightly disheveled and her lips faintly swollen. Her dress was also creased but it was proof of how well I took care of her body.
It was so hard to keep myself in check after seeing how gorgeous and responsive her body was, but tonight it was all about her.
Our stomachs growled simultaneously and we chuckled. "I'll make you something to eat," I offered quite enthusiastically.
Her brows arched in doubt immediately and she folded her hands, her blue eyes staring at me distrustingly. "The great Capo of the Russian Bratva knows how to cook?"
"I'll show you," A grin spread over my face.
A night with her like this had brought me more smiles than I'd ever had in the last six years. I'd lost the will to laugh or engage in any fun-filled activity since Anya d
