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“I’ll be back to get you for dinner.”
Her lips part, and it looks like she’s going to say something, but her gaze darts away, and words never come out. I wonder if she is going to ask me to stay. To talk. Is my plan working so quickly? Is she already starved for my attention?
Not giving her time to figure it out, I leave the room without another word. I close and lock the door behind me before I stare at the door for a second longer than I should. My plan is unfolding nicely, even though not quite as I had planned, she is starting to depend on me, nevertheless. So why am I not happy about it?My afternoon workload goes just as painfully slow as the morning. Lucca and I discuss a couple shipments of drugs that have gone missing. It’s going to cost us big and is a mistake that one of my men will pay for. I have this feeling that someone is trying to stiff me. Concentrating is nearly impossible, knowing Elena is right within reaching distance. Having her here is starting to drive me insane, and I wonder if I can wait until next week to fuck her.
I stop working early and have Martha set the table on the terrace. Elena has been behaving very well, I might as well give her a little reward. I pour myself a glass of whiskey and stare out the huge window that overlooks the lawn. The whiskey calms me, making me warm all over and is just what I need before going to see my bride. Finishing the glass, I leave the office and walk down the hall.
Reaching the bedroom door, I smile smugly while already knowing she listened to me and is waiting like a dog ready to see its owner at the end of the day.
When I unlock and open the door, I find her exactly where I knew she would be—my obedient, soon to be wife. Her green eyes meet mine earnestly, and she stands up and walks over to me. Just like last night, I take her hand in mine, hating the way it fucking feels, and drag her through the house.
I don’t want her to get familiar with her surroundings, and I don’t want her to see any of the guards or maids unless necessary. Right now, she is my captive, not a guest, and not yet a member of the Moretti family. She will see what I want her to see when I want her to see it.
Her short legs can barely keep up with my steps, and I briefly entertain the idea of picking her up. Mostly because I want to scare her, and partially because I want to touch her. Every time I’m in her presence, I have to stop myself from taking from her, from dipping my fingers into her panties and touching what’s mine.
Taking her virginity now or next month doesn’t matter much to me, but I’m sticking to my plan. It will help, making her trust me.
That’s not to say I won’t taste or touch her. I didn’t pay ten million dollars, so I could stare at her, and I’m as far from a saint as could possibly be. She’s lucky, very lucky, someone far less innocent would’ve been on her back the first night.
“Where are we going?” Elena asks when we bypass the dining room and enter the French doors off the kitchen.
There’s an intake of breath, and I pause just outside the door, looking down and admiring Elena’s beauty in the setting sun. I know for a fact that I will thoroughly enjoy fucking her and planting my seed inside her. That’s the second-best part of my plan; the first is seeing her father’s face when he realizes his daughter actually wants me, maybe even loves me.
Looking out onto the terrace, the outside lights are dimmed, and the table is set for the two of us.
The area is spacious, huge with a brick walkout and small fountain in the center. There’s a spot to cook outdoors, and if you walk a little further down, there is a pool. When I bought this mansion, it was because of this space, but since living here, I’ve used it maybe once or twice, and that’s it.
“This… it’s beautiful,” Elena whispers.
“It really is. This view and this space are the main reasons I bought the house to begin with.” I’m not sure why I just told her that but brush it off and usher her to a spot at the table. I take a seat beside her and start uncovering all the dishes.
Elena hands me her plate, and I fill it before filling my own. She takes dainty bites and small sips of her water. I’m famished, so I eat my plate of food and then a second helping.
