Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“You are so beautiful; do you know that?” I whispered for her ears only. “And I like you better when you are nervous, silent myshka.”
My hand tightened around hers, and her eyes snapped open, watching our intertwined hands. She turned her head to the side, facing me.
When someone cleared their throat behind us, I slammed my teeth together in frustration.
I let Valerie go, and she inhaled, her brows furrowing as she stared down at her hands. I straightened before stepping back.
Valerie swallowed nervously before staring up at me again. “I think that’s about it for today. Thank you for telling me your name,” I said quietly.
She nodded, her hazel eyes losing the little spark I had seen there. Taking another step back, I turned to walk away.
But the sight of her scribbling quickly on her notebook stopped me. Valerie showed me her paper and I stared at the words.
Thank you for telling me your name too, Viktor.
I nodded without any words, because for the first fucking time—I didn’t know what to say.
When I didn’t reply, she started writing again.
Thank you for the pen too.
She showed me the notebook and then placed her hand out, the pen in her palm. I moved toward her again. I folded her fingers over the pen and placed her hand over her lap.
“It’s yours now. Take it.”
With that as my final words, I took a step back and walked away.
But not before I saw her staring at the pen as if it was her lifeline. A single tear trailed down her cheek.
That was the last thing I saw.
With my heart in my throat, I stared down at Igor, giving him a menacing look. He quickly looked down, his head bowing. He closed the door behind me when I walked out.
I left the beautiful mute nun there—in her tower.
Chapter 15
Alessio
She stood in the middle of the room, glaring at me. Her lips were set in a tight straight line as she showed me her true power as my Queen. My wife was angry, and fuck me, if I didn’t love it.
“You are beautiful, Angel. I always knew that. But damn, when you’re angry, you are even more beautiful. So fucking sexy. Your angry glare got me hard, kitten. All I want to do is throw you on the bed and give your pussy a thorough fuck.”
“Alessio!” she snapped, her hands going to her hips. Ayla glared harder, and I smirked. Yeah, she was definitely getting nicely fucked tonight.
“Are you even listening to me?” she questioned, huffing in the most adorable way. She has exerted herself with yelling and giving me a long ass lecture. Her hands went to her rounded stomach, and she rubbed it gently before blowing a stray hair out of her face.
“Yeah, I’m listening to you,” I replied absently. She was standing a few feet away; maybe if I pull her into my arms, spread those legs, and give her pussy a long lick—
“Alessio!”
I snapped out of my thought at the same moment as a pillow kissed my face.
Thank fuck it wasn’t a vase this time.
What happened to my sweet Ayla?
Oh yeah, pregnancy hormones happened.
Throwing the pillow on the bed, I faced my Angel again. She was no longer glaring or breathing fire. Nope, instead her eyes were filled in tears.
“Why didn’t you wake me up, Alessio? I wanted to say good bye…you didn’t let me say good bye,” she whispered, her voice so soft I almost missed it. “I missed him.”
Shaking my head, I opened my arms for her. Just like I knew, she didn’t disappoint me. Her chin wobbled, and Ayla practically ran into my arms. I settled her on my lap, and she placed her head on my shoulders, her arms wrapping around my waist tightly.
Her round belly was pressed against my stomach, and I felt our baby kicking, letting us know of his—or her presence. I placed a palm over the bump, feeling it move with another kick.
“Viktor told me not to wake you up, Angel. You went to sleep late last night, and he left very early in the morning,” I muttered in her hair, caressing her back.
“Did he see Maila before leaving?” she asked, burrowing deeper into my embrace. I fucking loved when she did that, like she couldn’t get enough of me. Like she wanted to be closer.
I shook my head. “No. He didn’t.”
Ayla was silent for a few minutes. We just held each other—I held her and she held me, and I didn’t want anything more. She was everything I wanted and needed.
“I’m scared,” she whispered finally.
With furrowed eyebrows, I looked down at my Angel, forcing her to look up at me. “Why do you say that?”
Ayla blinked up at me, her eyes red with unshed tears. “I feel like everything is just…falling apart. Viktor is part of this family, yet it doesn’t feel like that anymore, Alessio. He was gone for a year and now he’s gone again. We don’t even know when he will be back—or if he will be back.”