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Looking at the foot of the bed, I see a white satin robe and pull it to me. I slip it on as I slide from the bed. There are also a pair of house slippers on the floor, and I smile again. He does know me so well. I hate cold feet. I head to the huge en-suite bathroom and use the toothbrush on the counter and fix my hair after I take care of business.
I pad out to the great room and take in the man himself. His back is to me with all its glorious tattoos and muscles. I move toward him and round the island, where I wrap my arms around his waist. He’s in black satin lounge pants that hang low on his cut V. I want to slide my tongue across his skin. I remember taking his cock in my mouth last night. I also remember hurting that woman. As I hold him, my body trembles.
“Kukla?” he asks as he looks over his shoulder to me.
“I was remembering everything from yesterday. I can’t believe I hurt that woman.”
He turns in my arms and holds me to his chest. It’s Saturday and I don’t have anything to do at Clare’s House. But I told my father I would meet up with him at some point today. He was the one who reached out to me, not the other way around.
“Kukla, I need to talk to you.”
“Coffee first.”
“Okay,moy nevesta.” He kisses the top of my head before he lifts me onto the island. The marble is cool against my skin through the thin robe. He then turns and starts working on getting us coffee from the expensive machine.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that, but it’s not as pretty as what you called me last night.” I acknowledge I was awake to hear his words. “Moy nevesta,” I repeat. I know I slaughter it unlike how smooth it came off his tongue. “Moya lyubimaya zhen,”I say the words he said last night. I don’t make it sound like he did. “What do they mean?”
He looks over his shoulder at me and smirks. “I’ll explain after I get you coffee. Would you like to learn Russian?”
“Yes, please.” I pause and a blush works up my body. “Because someday our children will learn it, and I should know if they are sassing me.” My giggle sounds a bit high-pitched. This is the first time I’ve acknowledged us having kids together.
He turns and presses between my legs, pulling the robe open slightly. “I’ll teach you and get you a tutor. I like you saying our children.” He kisses me deeply, and I wrap around him. The beeping of the machine causes us to pull apart. Both of us are turned on. He adjusts himself, and I have to fan myself.
“We’ll get back there.” He smiles before he turns away from me. “But first caffeine and then the schedule for the day.”
“It’s Saturday. I was hoping for sex in every room.” I pout, and he laughs so loud it echoes off the walls around us.
I look around. “We need to fill this house with decorations so sounds don’t echo.”
“You can do that.”
He hands me the coffee perfectly made like I love. I smile as I take a sip.
“Mmm, so good.” I take a couple more sips before I set the mug to my side and watch him as he leans against the counter across from me. His ankles are crossed, and the mug is held in his thick tattooed fingers. “Okay, go.”
“Your father hired that woman to break us up.”
“That dirty son of a bitch.” I start to jump down, but Dima presses me back into the counter.
“Watch your mouth. We aren’t going to start our special day with spankings. We might end it that way, but not start it.”
“Special day?” My head cocks to the side after I take another sip. “So, sex in every room?”
“No, that’s tomorrow after my meeting.” He smiles as he grabs his mug and sets it on the counter next to mine. “Okay, last night you told me I could be your Master and take care of you.”
“Yeah.” I smile as bite my bottom lip and drag it between my teeth.
“Moy nevestameans my betrothed.” He kisses my neck, and I’m almost in the fog when his words hit me. My head jerks up and I stare him in the eye.
“Betrothed? Wait, you’re my master, not my fiancé, right?” I look up at him in shock and confusion. My eyebrows are up, and my mouth drops open. I try to remember him proposing last night.
“Well, yes, I’m your master. You told me you’d let me take care of everything.”
I start to fight at his matter-of-fact tone. “Take care of the threats, protect me, give me orgasms, not marry me.”
He holds me still, pressing into me tighter as he moves our mugs out of the way.
“Lennon, listen to me,” he says, his voice loud but not yelling.
