Chapter 21

After making love, she went to sleep feeling satisfied. He was a fantastic lover—so passionate, so intense.

When she woke up, he was standing in front of the mirror, stretching his muscles. Looking at how strong his back and muscular arms were turned her on. She couldn’t believe this handsome, robust, and dangerous man was hers.

Her eyes traveled down to his bare ass; her mouth began to water, and she kept saying to herself, ~Turn around, turn around.~ She had forgotten that he could see her in the mirror until he spoke to her.

“Are you getting a good enough look, or would you like me to turn around?”

She cleared her throat, feeling a little guilty for eye-fucking his backside. “I wasn’t looking. I just happened to wake up and saw you standing there.”

He turned around, smiling, and gave her a full view of his front. He saw her tongue flicker out and back in again, and he saw lust and desire in her eyes.

“You naughty girl, I bet you’re horny as hell right now. You are insatiable, and I wonder if I can keep up with you.”

He walked closer to the bed. “Are you horny? Do you want me to make love or just fuck you again?”

Her heart was racing, and sweat was forming all over her body, and she could feel the wetness between her legs. “I never said I was horny.”

“You don’t have to. It’s written all over you.”

He got up on the end of the bed and crawled until he had her stretched down on her back. He looked down at her and smiled when he put his fingers inside her and felt how wet she was. “Yes, you want me.”

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip and looked into his eyes as he hovered above her. “Even though I can feel how hard you are, I doubt you can do much since you did it not too long ago.”

He shook his head slightly. “Baby, I feel you are just trying to push my buttons. You should know by now that I don’t need a rest in between. But I will show you rather than tell you, so hang on, sweetheart—you are in for a ride of your life.”

Two hours later, he rolled off of her and laid on his back. With his arm over his forehead, he started swearing. “I don’t fucking believe this.”

She sat up and looked at him; he sounded so angry. “What’s wrong?”

He moved his arm to look at her. “You’re what’s wrong.”

His tone was harsh, making her worried. “What have I done?”

“I am a busy man and have so much to do, and all I can think of is making love to you. It’s all I think about—all I want to do. What have you done to me?”

She bit down on her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

He sat up and put his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You cannot help that I am so drawn to you. It’s like you have me under some spell. But I have to get up now and take care of my business. You stay and rest, and I’ll have the kitchen send you something to eat.”

“Are you going out?”

“Yes, I have to meet with some people and then run a couple of errands, and when I come back, you and I can go swimming.”

He jumped out of bed and went to take a shower. Later, once he was dressed, he went back over to her and sat on the bed. “I want you to sit up, drop the sheet so that I can see your perfect breasts, and then I shall give you a kiss before I leave.”

She had a little smirk on her face. “Are you sure that is wise? What happens if you get horny when you see my breasts? You might want to rip off your clothes again and make love to me.”

“You have worn me out. I’m not sure I could do it again right now. But when I get back, that will be a different story. Now shut up and kiss me.”

He made sure to grope her breasts as he gave her a long and passionate kiss goodbye.

When he was gone, she got up and took a shower. By the time she was done, her breakfast had arrived. Afterward, she went outside and picked flowers from the garden to put in their room.

The staff could have done that, but she felt like doing it herself. After a while, she went back inside and asked one of the maids if they would put the flowers into a vase and take it to her bedroom.

The butler came and told her there was a delivery for her. She was confused, knowing it had to be a mistake.

Going to the front door, she signed for the package and watched as the delivery guy placed several packages on the floor. She looked at the butler. “I wonder what’s in them.”

“Allow me to carry them to your room,” he said, picking them up.

“Wait, where are you going? My room is upstairs,” she said but only got a smile from him. So she followed him, wondering where he was going.

When he opened the door, she stepped inside; she hadn’t been in this room before. It was nice, like a small office, and there was a big window with a great view. “I don’t understand what’s happening; what is this room for?”

“Mr. Smirnov fixed this room for you a few days ago. He wanted you to have somewhere to do your art without being disturbed. You will find everything you need in these packages. I’ll leave you now, and if you need anything, just let me know.”

She couldn’t believe he did all this for her as she opened the bags. There was everything one needed to draw, and she had no idea what some were for.

Excited to start using what he bought her, she grabbed the pad and some pencils and sat on the sofa, glancing out the window now and then. She practiced drawing fruit as Kyle showed her; it was as far as she had gotten.

When the butler returned a couple of hours later with a drink for her, she asked him to let her know when Dmitry returned home.

When he finally got home, it was close to dinner time. He dropped the small bag onto the table and poured himself a drink. He turned his head toward the door when he heard someone entering and smiled when he saw it was Danica.

Before he could say anything, she ran into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him. He held her up, grinning like a teenager. “Now, what is this about?”

She kept her legs around him, feeling his hands on her ass, holding her up. “I’m thanking you for the lovely surprise. Why didn’t you tell me you were doing it? And the room is amazing. I was told you planned it a few days ago.”

“I just thought you would like a place that was just yours to do your art.”

“But I’m just beginning, and it’s only a hobby.”

“You deserve it. Now I have another surprise for you,” he said, putting her down.

He picked the bag up off the table and handed it to her.

She became all teary-eyed. “I’m not used to all of this. It’s a bit overwhelming.”

Gripping her chin in his hand, he kissed her lips tenderly. “You are carrying my baby, so I will spoil you rotten. Now go on, open up the bag.”

She reached in and pulled out a cell phone. She stared at it.

“I’ve always wanted one of these,” she said, looking up at him. “I love it; thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome. I have put in a few phone numbers for you; mine is at the top of the list, so you can contact me anytime.”

She was so excited she sat down and started playing with it, downloading different apps.

What she didn’t understand, she asked him to explain to her.

For the next two hours, he showed her how to work the camera and use the recording, among other things.

She then clicked on an app for baby furniture and had him sit down and go through the stuff with her.

They never did go for their swim, so he promised to go swimming with her tomorrow.

Later that night, as they lay in bed, she went back on her phone and went to the app on baby furniture, and this time, they picked out a crib, bassinet, and all the other things needed for the nursery.

He showed her how to add it to her cart, handed her a credit card, and showed her what to do.

She found this very exciting and could see herself shopping this way.

After paying for the order, she handed him back the credit card, but he refused it, handing it back to her.

“This is your credit card; it’s in your name, and you can use it as often as you want. There’s no limit on it.”

Her eyes just about bugged out of her head. “No, I can’t accept this.”

“Yes, you can. Now you can shop whenever you want, and I hope that you will buy some sexy lingerie—you’re going to need them.”

“Why? I’ve already got plenty.”

He gave her a sexy smile. “I know you have plenty right now, but you won’t have any—not after I keep tearing them off your body, so you’re going to need to buy more.”

She blushed, remembering the few times he had done just that. “Well, once I start getting bigger, I will need some maternity clothes and granny panties.”

“Granny panties? No way my woman’s wearing those.”

She started laughing, pushing him down onto his back; she got on top and straddled him.

“I like it when you call me your woman. It sounds sexy. Say something to me in Russian.”

He reached up, cupping her breasts, and started massaging them over the material of her nightgown.

He began speaking to her in his native language and could see she was getting turned on.

If only she knew he was telling her what the weather would be like—he wondered if she would still be turned on.

At this point, he was so turned on he didn’t care, so he rolled her over onto her back and climbed on top of her, still speaking in Russian.

You could hear her starting to moan as he sucked on her neck and felt when she opened her legs, letting him know she wanted him inside her.

The next several weeks flew by; she went to her art classes twice a week.

When he was away on business, she would go into her little room and start drawing.

She was beginning to learn how to draw shapes and small things like flowers and trees.

She wasn’t that good, but she enjoyed doing it, and there was one picture she was working on that she was kind of proud of.

Her little room had her drawings on the table; some were sitting on the sofa.

Her baby bump was getting a little bit bigger, and every morning before getting out of bed, he would caress her stomach and give it a little kiss.

Though there was no mention of love or marriage on his part, she knew that he cared greatly for her, and her love for him grew each day.

Whenever they would go out somewhere, she would always keep quiet when he was conducting business, and if she was angry with him, she would wait until they were alone to tell him.

Things were going well between them; he was very respectful toward her and spoiled her with flowers and tiny gifts.

One day, he surprised her with a diamond tennis bracelet.

When she mentioned her concern about leaving her jewelry on the dresser, he took her into his closet and showed her the safe.

He opened it up and told her she could keep her jewelry in there, and he even gave her the combination to the safe.

It showed her that he did trust her.

Inside his safe, there were wads of money, a bunch of paper contracts, among other things—and two high-powered guns.

“Are you sure you want to give me the combination? I could just give you my jewelry to put in it, and when I want to wear them, you can get them for me.”

“I trust you. I know you will never betray me.”

The next day, he had to leave early to take care of some business, which she never asked about—not that he would tell her anyway.

She made her way down to her little room, and when she walked in, she felt the anger building up inside her.

All her drawings were gone, even the special one she was working on.

Something told her this was Bepa’s doing.

She stormed out of the room and went looking for her.

She didn’t have far to go when she found the woman coming down the stairs.

She headed up the stairs, getting in Bepa’s way and preventing her from leaving.

“Were you in my art room?”

“Yes, it was a mess, so I cleaned it up and got rid of a lot of the garbage,” she said with a nasty smirk.

“Those were my drawings. You had no right to throw them away.”

“It looked like garbage to me.”

“I don’t ever want you going in there again—do you hear me?”

“It is my job to ensure every room in this house is kept clean.”

As she started walking down the stairs, Danica grabbed her arm, intending on giving her a piece of her mind, but Bepa shoved her, causing her to fall down the stairs.