Page 81 of Sinful Wrath
Poor Mikhail has had to make do with a couple of drawers and a small portion of the hanging rail, but he’s yet to complain, so I don’t feel too bad.
Even with all the guards surrounding the grounds, I have no issue with lying on a sun lounger in a scrap of material that barely covers my ass. I’m not shy about my body in the slightest because I’m well aware of the fact that my breasts won’t look this good forever, so I want to make the most of them.
I don’t share what’s mine.
Mikhail’s words from this morning send a shiver down my spine and a rush of warmth builds between my thighs.
He’s never referred to me as his before, and I can’t deny the fact that the thought thrills me.
I’ve never had a man be so possessive over me in that way before, and to say it turns me on is an understatement.
I like the idea of Mikhail being the only one who gets to admire my body in all its glory, so I toss the bikini aside, saving it for a time when it’s just me and Mikhail. Though knowing him, I doubt I’ll end up wearing it for long.
After flicking through some warmer weather options, I decide on a tennis skirt and a tank top rather than another tiny bikini for my day by the pool before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast to take outside.
I set myself up on my sun lounger with a book and some music alongside a plate of fruit and an iced coffee, eager to rest up as much as possible before Mikhail gets home as I have many,manyplans for tonight.
After a few hours, I’m just finishing up a chapter when the sound of footsteps heading my way catches my attention.
I glance to my left to find Bianca walking toward me with the stroller, and I’m suddenly glad that I decided not to wear my bikini.
In a few days, I will officially be a Koslov,which will make them my family, and I don't want to give them the wrong impression.
Though, after last night in the pool, I might have ruined all chances of that.
I reach for my phone. “Sorry, I’ll turn the music off?—”
“Don’t be silly.” Bianca waves a hand. “This is your home, and I want you to feel comfortable.”
I relax a little but after spying a sleeping Leo in the stroller, I hurry to switch it off despite Bianca’s insistence that it’s fine.
Bianca comes to take a seat beside me, keeping one hand still on the stroller to gently rock Leo as he sleeps. Even without makeup, she’s stunning, with her long, dark hair loose around her shoulders and her bright blue eyes. She looks so effortless, wearing a loose off the shoulder sweater and leggings.
“I don’t know how you manage all of this.” I glance at Leo. “I will say I don’t have much experience with babies, but they seem…”
“Exhausting?” Bianca finishes, and I grimace, feeling as if I’ve stuck my foot in it, but Bianca only laughs. “Trust me, it is exhausting. Now that Leo is walking, I don’t get a minute to myself. Alexei offered to hire full time help, but I refused.”
“How come?”
Bianca shrugs.
“I don’t want other people raising my child. I want to soak up as much time with him as possible because I know it won’t be long before he’s off living his own life, and he won’t want anything to do with his mom. Maybe it’s because I lost my own mom so young that I almost feel like I’m making up for the time she never got to spend with me as a child.”
“I get that, I lost my mom too.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,.” Bianca reaches out and takes one of my hands.
I blink at the kind gesture.
She squeezes my hand. “How old were you?”
“I was five. She was sick for a while, and after she passed, my father couldn’t bear to be around anything that reminded him of her, so we left our family home in Italy and came to New York.”
“That must have been so hard.”
“It was a long time ago…”
“My mother died giving birth to me, so I have no memory of her. I don’t know if that makes it easier or not.” Bianca shrugs.