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She’s mine alright. But not in the way she seems to think she is.
When I burst into the bathroom violently, Wren sits up so fast that half the water in the tub sloshes over the edge and runs up to my shoes.
“What. The. Hell?!” she gasps. “Dmitri! Get out!” The mechanical sounds of her vibrator are thumping against the floor of the tub where she dropped it. She roots around for it and turns it off quickly, her cheeks flaming bright.
I don’t budge. “You were supposed to wait for me.”
Her jaw is set stubbornly as she pulls her knees up to her chest. Joke’s on her; I can still see the swell of her breasts, which is all I need to feel my pulse thundering below the belt. “Yeah, well, I didn’t. Sue me.”
“I’m gonna do a lot worse than that. Get out. We’re going home.”
Her cheeks are a fire hazard at this point. Only half of it is embarrassment. The other half is anger. “This is my home. It’s where all my things are. My clothes, my books, my?—”
“Your vibrators. Yes, I’m aware. Now, I don’t intend to repeat myself. So you can either get out on your own, or I’m going to carry you out with my own two hands. I don’t think we need to discuss which one I’d prefer.”
Her jaw clamps shut and her eyes spark with fire. Fucking hell, she looks good with wet hair. “Keep your hands to yourself,” she seethes.
She stands up defiantly and I’m faced with the full force of her nakedness. Her belly is still reasonably flat, for the time being at least. Her breasts are perched high and proud on her chest, the nipples hard and round and juicy. Those slim thighs of hers meet at her naked pussy which is glistening with beads of water and achingly alive.
She gets out of the tub, giving me a full view of her tight little slit. I’m so distracted that I almost forget to warn her that the floor is slippery. “Be care?—”
Her foot hits the water and she starts to slide wildly to the left. I move without thinking—I jump forward and grab her, the entirety of her body smacking against my suit. I never thought I’d resent my Tom Ford two-piece so much; I want to feel her skin against mine, but I have to settle for this distant mockery of it.
The moment she’s steady, she pushes away from me and snatches her towel off the hook. “Do I at least get the dignity of dressing in private or are you gonna stand here and watch that, too?”
I try to pretend like I’m not still imagining her naked body and all the depraved things I would do to it if I had the chance. “I’ll be in your bedroom, packing a bag for you.”
“Packing a bag?” she gapes. “But—what—why?”
“Apparently, I haven’t made myself clear. From now on, you will be living with me. Permanently.”
18
DMITRI
“Stronzo!” Bee exclaims as she pokes her head from around the corner at the sound of Wren slamming the door closed. “The hell was that about?”
I dump my briefcase in the foyer and join her in the kitchen. “That was a temper tantrum by a stubborn little brat who has trouble taking advice.”
Bee smirks knowingly. “Were you actually giving her advice or were you giving her orders? Because there is a difference and it is not an insignificant one.” Groaning, I grab the glass of vodka she’s nursing and take a not insignificant gulp of it. “Hey!” She eyes the glass for a few moments before her shoulders drop. “Fine. I’ll pour myself another glass. Also, just FYI, I’m on her side by default.”
“You don’t even know what happened.”
“Don’t care.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit down at the center island and take another sip of Bee’s vodka. “Preparing for dinner tonight, huh?”
She fills the glass to the very top. “Yup. I need some liquid courage.”
“Please. You’re two parts brave. One part… well, alcohol.”
“Har de har har.” She scoffs. “I’m not brave. I’m a coward when it comes to my father.” She stares down at the clear liquid in her crystal glass. “I hate these dinners.”
I scrutinize the outfit she’s chosen—a black miniskirt with a daring red halter that highlights both her flat chest and her flatter belly. “Not to further sour your mood, but is that what you’re wearing?”
She looks down. “Why? It doesn’t scream ‘glowing and maternal’?”
“I’d say it screams ‘hooker for cheap.’”
