"Krasivaya, moy kotenok," Boris lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. "Takoye iskusheniye."

Laney's heart picked up and her cheeks heated. His words were romantic, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes on his actual thoughts. She felt beautiful. She was wearing black wide legged dress pants with splits up each side from ankle to thigh, making each leg look deceptively like a skirt. They also hid the sheathed daggers, wrapped around her upper thighs, that Boris had given ...