Page 5 of The Bratva's Nanny

He stared at her, thinking, waiting.

“I’m not professionally trained, I have worked in a nursery for several years, and I do love kids. I’m not a nanny—”

He held a hand up to silence her. “I’m not looking for a nanny. Your role here was not supposed to be taking care of my child. Sofia likes you, you were here, I was busy, I needed you to fill a role, and that’s what you can do.” He clicked his fingers and his men left the room.

Alix looked behind her, seeing they were now alone. She turned back to look at him.

“What do you want?” Alix asked.

“Simple, Alix. I want to fuck you,” he said.

Her cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, but he noticed there was no shock in her eyes. He’d not surprised her.

“So what does that mean?” Alix asked. “I don’t know what you want from me. Do you want me to be your child’s nanny, her companion, and your whore?”

He shook his head. “I will not be paying you to be on dick, Alix. You are no whore. There will be no payment between us.”

Dmitry expected her to grab the wine, throw it in his face, to do or show a sign of being offended.

She had put her fork down and she sat back in her chair and stared at him.

“Is my divorce final?” Alix asked.

“Yes.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me?”

“I’ve been trying to divorce George for awhile, well, annul our marriage, but I couldn’t prove that we hadn’t had sex.”

“You’ve not had sex with George?” he asked.

“No.” She pushed some hair off her face. “But I do take vows seriously.” She got to her feet and Dmitry didn’t like her doing that, so he stood as well.

She took a step toward him and he had to wonder if she was going to try to kill him. Alix reached for his hand. At first, he stared at it, not exactly sure what she was doing.

“I’m not going to bite,” she said. There was a soft smile on her face.

He took her hand but rather than allow her to lead him away, he pulled her in close, sinking his other hand into her hair. He heard the tiny, indrawn breath she made as he did this. His grip wasn’t too tight, but there was a warning with it. He held her tightly, waiting, staring at her, wondering what she would do. Her gaze was still on him.

Dmitry was tempted by her lips, hungry to try them. He let go of her hand, sweeping it across the table, sending their food to the floor. Seconds later he lifted her onto the table, spreading her legs and stepping between them. She released a gasp and this time, he swallowed it down as he kissed her. Tracing across her lips, he plunged inside.

He kept one hand in her hair and the other reached behind her and gripped her ass tightly. Another moan fell from her lips and he relished each sound. His cock was so hard. He wanted inside her so badly.

Moving his hand from her ass, he placed it on her knee and slid the fabric of her dress slowly up, exposing her thighs and then touching her pretty cunt. He felt the soft lace of her panties but that didn’t stop him from feeling the warmth of her pussy. Sliding a finger beneath the band of her panties, he stroked through her slit, touching her clit, and then gliding down to thrust inside her. She was tight and soaking wet. Her arousal surprised him.

Pulling away from the kiss, he looked at her closed eyes, which slowly opened as he waited. She licked her lips, and that one action was enough to entice.

“Tell me to fucking stop,” Dmitry said. He was many things but a rapist wasn’t one of them.

“No,” she said. “I don’t want you to stop.”

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Alix had accepted that she was weird and strange. A very strange woman. A completely strange person.

This man, a monster, had just told her that not only was she to be his child’s nanny, but he also wanted to fuck her. He’d not made it a direct order. Her life didn’t hang in the balance. She didn’t have to fuck him if she didn’t want. But she did. Very much so.

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