King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Two Hundred Thirty-Eight

Adrik

Sephie was still getting dressed the next morning when I called the guys to the penthouse. She was moving a little slower than I was, which was completely my fault. I might’ve kept her awake and incredibly active for most of the night last night. She didn’t want to wake up this morning. I was somewhat surprised that she didn’t stay asleep, but she woke as soon as I did this morning.

Being able to feel what she’s feeling was making our s ex life phenomenal. I was completely addicted to the feeling now. She had told me that she’s been feeling it for a while. It got much stronger for her once I stopped holding back, but it took me longer to tap into her. She’s said all along that I’ve been able to read her mind when it comes to s ex, which is true. She rarely has to give me directions and she still always seems to be lost in the euphoria. Now, however, it seems like she can bring me into that euphoria. I’ve felt things I didn’t even know were possible and I’m completely addicted. I’m an addict for her.

“Who wants breakfast?” Sephie asked as she walked into the kitchen, her smile making the room brighter. Even though she wa tired, she looked bright this morning. She had an extra glow about her that made her look even more beautiful. She caught me open-mo uth staring at her when she walked into the kitchen. Her cheeks flushed as she walked to me, a devilish grin on her face. She had long ago gotten over being shy about kissing me in front of the guys, but she still only did it occasionally. I didn’t mind. I liked having parts of her that were completely reserved for me. She surprised me by kissing me deeply, then continuing on to the refrigerator, her devilish grin still evident on her face. It took all of my self-control not to follow her to continue that

kiss.

She took a quick inventory of the refrigerator, her back to us now. She turned around, looking between me and Viktor, asking “how much time do we have before you’re all needed downstairs?”

“His first meeting isn’t until 11, sestrichka,” Viktor said.

Her smile returned. “Raise your hand if you want syrniki for breakfast.” All of our hands shot up. Syrniki was a type of pancake that was popular in Russia for breakfast. We’d all grown up eating them for breakfast, but it was difficult to find outside of Russia. She laughed as she started pulling the ingredients out of the refrigerator and setting them on the counter.

you learn to make symniki, spider

one of the cabinets. “I found an old cookbook at the house and I figured you guys might be okay with being test subjects for my

you any more than I already do, here we are,” Misha

to the list of things to teach your future

all looked at each other, then looked back to

remained quiet through most of the conversation, but she was actively listening to us while she focused on

made her coffee just the way she liked it and walked to her side. The guys were deep in discussion about Andy, so I had a chance to quietly make sure she was good. I handed her the cup of coffee, my eyebrow raised. “You’re

the exchange as well and visibly relaxed when he heard her answer, She stood on her toes to kiss me quickly. “You and Ivan can relax,” she said winking at me. Both Ivan and I looked at her, surprised. She hadn’t seen Ivan, as he was behind her. “I

never cease to amaze me,” I said, kissing

penthouse quickly filled with the aroma of the syrniki frying, causing all of our stomachs to growl in appreciation. Our mo uths were watering in anticipation. Sephie turned around with the first batch and saw the looks

rest of the syrniki, but our silence had made her nervous. “Is the silence good or you’re all trying to find a way to politely tell me they su ck?” she asked as she set more pancakes down in front of

better than my m om’s. Let’s keep that between us though. She’ll smack me,” Stephen said as

finished up cleaning the kitchen after quite possibly the best breakfast ever, Misha’s phone beeped. He pulled it from his pocket, looking at it, then looking at Sephie. “Ms. Jackson asked if you’re free to come to her apartment this

asked.

seen her since

of you go with her. Preferably two,” I said as I pulled her to me. Her