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And, coincidentally, it may be a while before I get my chance to murder Fyodor, so I’ll just have to spend my time fucking Dani through the wall…

“Don’t mess around,” Idina snaps. Then her voice changes to an unctuous, simpering tone, as though her words are dripping with syrup. “You are doing so well, my son. You make me very proud, you know that?”

I know she’s manipulating me, but the child inside puffs his chest out with pride.

My Mama is proud of me.

“I will get this done, I promise,” I say.

The sharp tone is back, like a kick in the balls. “Make sure you do.”

There’s a click, and she’s gone.

I go to the garage and point the key at the many cars parked there, pressing the button. There’s a clunking sound, and all the lights flash on the Alfa Romeo.

I get into the car and head for the city.

10

Dani

Ifeel him before I see him.

I dreamed about him last night. It was sovivid. His hand on my pussy, touching me, saying nothing. When I woke up, I would have believed it was real except for the fact that my door was still locked. But my panties were wet, and I had to take a minute to give myself some relief before getting out of bed.

There’s something elemental about Kal Antonov. He is sure-footed in a manner that seems perverse, considering he’s in my family home. Walking across the grass towards me, it feels like he’s always been here.

I pull the throw tightly around my shoulders as he reaches me. Despite everything, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pleased to see him.

Kal sits beside me on the bench. Neither of us says anything for a moment.

“So this is awkward as fuck,” Kal says, running his hand through his hair. I’m struck by a sudden desire to touch him.

“It is. Why were you at the gallery?”

“Like I told your father - I was coming to see the exhibition. But if I were inclined to think about it, I’d admit I wanted to see you before your family and the other guests arrived.”

I fold my page and close the book, setting it on my knee. Kal picks it up.

“Dracula. Appropriate for the season.”

“It’s my favorite book,” I say. “Have you read it?”

“No. I don’t read.”

I scowl.What kind of Neanderthal doesn’t fucking read?

“Look,” I say, crossing my legs away from him, “I owe you my gratitude for saving my life, but it doesn’t make up for what you did.”

If Kal notices my body language, he doesn’t care. He leans closer, those cold blue eyes piercing me.

“What do I need to make up to you?” he asks. “Because if I remember correctly, I fucked you until you were screaming, and then you squirted all over my sofa. I should invoice you for that.”

My mouth is hanging open.Get a hold of yourself, Dani.

“Invoice me for what, the sex? That would explain a lot. “

He wrinkles his nose. “Cute. But I meant the dry cleaning for my upholstery. And the clothes I got you, the chef to make your breakfast….”