Russian's Ruthless Demand(60)

By: Michelle Conder


‘Ya tebya lyublyu.’

When she repeated the words back to him Lukas grinned and grabbed her around the waist, swinging her into a high embrace. ‘Maybe you can just show me, moya Eleanore.’ He slid his hands to her bottom and urged her legs up around his waist so she was under no illusion as to what he meant.

She smiled. ‘Da, maybe I can. Always.’