Page 4 of The Bratva's Nanny

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.

“I’m so sorry. The nap I let her take this afternoon was a little too long. I won’t allow that to happen again.”

“Is she asleep?”

“Yes, fast asleep. It just took reading three books through twice, and on the second read-through, going slowly, soothingly. It’s what my mother used to do with me. At least, that’s what she told me.”

He got to his feet and pulled out a chair for her to sit. She thanked him and slid inside.

Alix had allowed her long blonde locks to fall free. She had such long hair, he could imagine it wrapped around his fist. He tightened his grip on her chair to stop himself from doing that right now.

“I didn’t spoil dinner, did I?” she asked.

“No.” He let go of her chair and took a step back, giving them both some space.

The scent of vanilla was heavy in the air, Alix’s own special scent.

He nodded toward his man, who exited to the kitchen.

Alix tucked some of her hair behind her ear and he watched her, unable to tear his gaze away. She looked so beautiful.

Before they had chance to talk, his man opened the kitchen door, and two women came out, bringing their food. The plates were covered with a silver dome. They put the plates down delicately in front of them, before lifting off the domes, showcasing a beautiful spiraled pasta. He thanked them and they left, taking the domes with them.

“Eat,” he said.

Alix picked up her fork and he watched her swirl it into the pasta and take a bite. He knew she loved this meal as he’d overheard her telling the chef several times how much she loved it.

“This is so good,” Alix said.

He smiled.

“Did you know this was my favorite?” she asked.

“I may have overheard you a couple of times telling the chef.”

Her cheeks went red. “Was I allowed to do that?”

“Alix, you have free reign in my house.”

“But I can’t leave.”

“No, you cannot leave.”

There was silence and they took several forkfuls of food in between.

“You told me that I now belong to you,” Alix said, being the first one to fill the silence.

“You do.”

“Was a nanny all you wanted?” she asked.

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