Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
No, this is why she was weird. She shouldn’t be agreeing with killing someone because they were a rat, or whatever the hell they were. Living here was messing with her head.
“After you put Sofia to bed tonight, come down and join me for dinner,” Dmitry said. “We’ll discuss it further then.”
“Why can’t we discuss it now?” Alix asked.
“I don’t talk business in front of my daughter.”
Alix glanced down at the sleeping Sofia. Was he going to kill her? Sell her on? Had she irritated him?
They hadn’t exactly spent a lot of time talking. Dmitry would randomly turn up like he did today, appearing on the lawn with a few choice words, and then he’d be gone. In the past three months, she had counted a handful of these meetings. Running fingers through her hair, she blew out a breath.
Sofia chose that moment to yawn and roll over. Her eyes were still closed and she snuggled back to sleep.
Sitting up with no tree and nothing for comfort, Alix lay back down on the lawn. The scent of the grass and earth surrounded her as she stared up at the sky.
Her parents had died not long after George’s, cancer taking them both. Staring up at the sky, she had to wonder if they were looking down on her now. Were they happy with her? Angry?
Her marriage to George had been a lie. He had tried many times to make it official, but she hadn’t wanted to have sex with him. She didn’t want to make their marriage real or risk having kids with a man who was selfish, cold, and cruel. George, her friend who would blow on her knee to take the burn away, or would read ratty old comics and blow gum bubbles, had gone long ago.
Dmitry was the first man in a long time to make her heart race. Even as she took care of his cut hand, she had felt this attraction toward him. He was a man of absolute power, someone to fear, and she felt these flutters within her chest, as well as the tightening in her gut.
She wanted him.
It was crazy. Completely and totally crazy, but she did. More than she liked to admit.
Before George, she had one other lover. He’d been an artist, and he’d seen her one day at the coffee shop when she was eighteen. It hadn’t been a romance. Alix had known from the beginning they weren’t a love match. It had been all about lust. Cold, hard fucking, exploring each other.
Alix never had that feeling again, not when Raoul had left to go to France, to make his art serious, or at least he called it that. They parted on good terms. She had never fallen in love with him.
There had been dates over the years, but none that had driven her to a wild night, or marriage.
Then she met Dmitry.
And those feelings, the ones she thought were only meant for one person, had been awakened, and she didn’t know how to turn them off.
Chapter Two
Dmitry sat at the dining room table, enjoying a small glass of wine. He had never been much of a wine drinker, but as he got older, he saw the appeal. He much preferred his cold, hard liquors, but wine would do for this evening.
He couldn’t help but glance at the door, waiting for Alix to arrive. One of his men had already told him Sofia was being a little … persistent in her storytelling. Alix had already read three stories and Sofia was demanding them all to be reread again. His little girl was a terror when she wanted to be. He wanted Alix down for dinner, but he also knew Sofia would look at him with those soft, childish eyes, that would make him a sucker to agree to anything.
Not tonight.
Tonight was not about appeasing his daughter.
He sat back and took another sip of his wine. One of his men waited by the door to give the signal to the kitchen staff to serve him. Checking the time, he saw it was a little after eight.
He was about to go and deal with Sofia himself when the dining room door opened and Alix stepped inside. She had changed from the white summer dress. This time, she wore a wraparound dress, it was black with bright blue florals all over. She looked absolutely stunning. The wrap seemed to enhance her large tits and full hips.
An image of her ripe, rounded, and full with his child, swept over him. There was an answering pull in his dick. He wanted to fuck this woman so badly.
She’d been in his mind long enough. That was why she seemed to have a permanent place in his thoughts. It had all started with wanting what he couldn’t have.
Alix was his now, no one else’s. He could take what he wanted. She was at his mercy.