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“Daddy!” my youngest daughter shouts as she comes bounding down the hall and into myarms.
“Hey, princess. Did you have a goodday?”
“I did. Mommy said we could have ice cream for dinner if you said it was okay.” Her big eyes are pleading and she knows I’m a pushover when it comes to the women in mylife.
“Oh, did she?” I ask, looking past her to where Clara isstanding.
She turns, as if feeling my eyes on her, and gives me a wink. She comes over and gives me a kiss on my cheek before she moves her lips to my ear. “Please,Daddy.”
She knows how to get what she wants, and she knows all she has to do isask.
“I suppose so,” I sigh, loving how I can make them light up soeasily.
“Yay!” they both cheer, grabbing theirbags.
Our oldest daughter pops her head out of one of the studios smiling ear to ear. “He saidyes?”
They all start to do anice cream for dinnerdance around me, and though someone might look in the window and think I’m a big pushover, I wouldn’t have it any other way. They’ve got me wrapped around their little fingers, and I don’t want to be any otherplace.
Life on the docks is good, and I get to come home to my family every night. Meeting Clara wasn’t part of my plan, and having a family wasn’t anywhere on my radar. But it all worked out exactly how she wanted it, and I never realized that’s how I wanted it to. I was just too damn afraid to hope forit.
I grab Clara by the waist and this time I’m the one whispering in her ear. “You can thank melater.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” she says, licking her lips and winking atme.
Her hands trail down my big chest and to the buttons on my shirt. She’s a tease and she knows it. But I don’t have any complaints. Teasing her is half the fun. The other half of the fun is bending her over and fucking her until she can’t walk. But I’ll save that for when the kids areasleep.
“Love you, baby,” I say, kissing her on the forehead and then helping the kids get in thetruck.
“Love you, too, Daddy,” she says, before slapping me on myass.
Taken By The Russian
Chapter One
Sasha
Some would call her a curse,but I know better. Little Anya is anangel.
Myangel.
Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Anya is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald - green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven - colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her tits come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can’t see it. I’d love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from myteeth.
Soon.
My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I’d done only an hourago.
Uncle Sasha, will you tie meup?
A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full - time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen - year - old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite — and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to beclaimed.
“As you know, Sasha, when Anya’s mother was taken from me…” David Orlov’s hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. “Anya was all I had left. She’s been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I’ve trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life.” His expression wilts. “College.”
David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He’s a man who doesn’t mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years offealty.
When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I’m a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David’s right - hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for hisown.
Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else’s hands makes me want to commitslaughter.
