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“I’ll let you know when you can see your mother.”
She closes her eyes briefly and a tired sigh falls from her delicate lips. “Are you going to keep me locked in this house forever?”
“No.” I tilt my head and give her a clipped smile. “You can go anywhere you want, except your parents’ home or anywhere they’re likely to be. And you must be accompanied by either Roman or Konstantin.”
Her skin pales. “Really? I can go where I want?”
“Like I said, anywhere. Except your parents’ home or anywhere they’re likely to be. You may also continue your voluntary work at the charity.”
Now she really looks stunned. “I can continue working at the charity?”
“Sure, why not?”
She presses her lips together, looking like she’s trying to suppress her relief. “I just… I’m just surprised, is all.”
“Figured you’d want to continue doing something with that talent of yours.”
The redness returns to her cheeks. “My talent?”
“Your sketches.”
“How do you know about my sketches?”
“Saw them the other night while you were asleep.” I pick up my mug and drink as much as I can of the fresh coffee. I need to wrap this up. I’ve pretty much said what I needed to say, but there are a few more things. “I’ve got to go. Once you’ve finished eating, Zoya will go over the finances with you, then she’ll take you to the doctor to get the pill.”
Her mouth falls open, nearly hitting the floor. I can’t blame her.
“The pill?” She can barely get the words out.
“Yes, contraception. I don’t like pulling out. Don’t like condoms, either, so you’re going on the pill or whatever contraception you want. Don’t want any accidents happening.” I push to my feet, straighten my shirt, and grin back at her. “But now that I think of it, your father would probably drop dead of a heart attack if he heard I got you pregnant.”
“You are such a vile asshole.” The scathing glare she gives me could burn the skin off my body.
“Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head at me. “What about you? Are you going to the doctor?”
“Don’t need to.” I haven’t been with anyone in months and I always get checked.
“So, I’m supposed to just trust that you don’t have some disease?” she snaps.
“I’m clean.”
“Who says you’re clean?”
“I do.”
“Maybe I need proof.”
I like these conversations of ours. I like shocking her and watching her reaction when she realizes she can’t handle me. I move closer, noting the way her pulse suddenly gallops at the side of her neck.
I lean down, resting my hands on the table so I can get up close to her face, invading any personal space she thinks she has. “You’ll get your proof when my massive cock is buried deep inside your pretty little pussy.”
Her face turns a delectable shade of crimson, but the reluctant curiosity in her eyes urges me to continue. So, I do. I catch the end of her ponytail and loop the silky ends around my thumb, then I move to the shell of her ear.
“Gotcha again, didn’t I, malyshka?” She goes completely still at my taunt. “You’re still curious about my darkness, and now you want to taste it even more. I can assure you that once you do, you won’t be worrying about how clean I am. You’ll want me dirty. As filthy as possible.”
She pulls back. “You don’t know me.”
