Page 5 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

Again I reached out, my knuckles sliding across her trembling cheek. "Everyone has a choice, even if we don’t like the options." I dropped my hand to my side, curling my fingers into my palm. "But I guess in a way you are right. It had to be done. It wouldn’t have made a difference."

I saw the shock on her face. She hadn’t expected me to say that. Ignoring her, I went around the desk, watching her out of the corner of my eye as she bent down to retrieve something from the floor. It gave me an almost perfect view of her ass in her little shorts.

Of course, I’d just had my hands all over that ass, but this was different.

"What are you doing?" I snapped.

She straightened slowly. Rumpled papers clutched in her hand. "These fell on the floor. I didn’t want to leave a mess."

I stared at her for a second, and for the life of me, I didn’t understand her. "Leave them. The staff will clean it up. Let’s go." Jacket over my arm, I headed to the door. Only stopping when she didn’t move.

"Are you coming?"

She remained standing exactly where I had left her. "Where are we going?" she whispered.

"Home."

I watched relief flood over her features.

"My home. There are showers here, but," I shrugged, "I would like to get some sleep tonight."

She still didn’t move. "You want me to live with you?" Her voice was getting quieter and quieter. "Why can’t I go back to my home?"

I crossed the room in three long strides, grabbing hold of her arms, and I yanked her to my chest. "Because." Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and with each breath she took, her breasts brushed against my chest. "I am going to need access to you day and night."

Her cat-like eyes widened. She swallowed hard.

"And I also need to make sure you are looking after yourself. There will be doctors and vitamins, and," why was she looking at me like that? Like I’d grown a second head. "I need you to give me a healthy heir, Daisy. So it’s now my job to make sure you are healthy." My hands flexed around her upper arms hard enough to leave white fingerprint marks on her skin. "You’re too thin. I’ll have to look into your diet."

The entire time I was talking, she had stared straight ahead until I said the last bit, and then her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "Everyone does exactly what you tell them all the time, don’t they?"

My lips curved up in a grin. "Yes. Now let’s go."

The elevator opened straight onto my massive open-plan living room. The lamps had all been turned on before the staff had left for the night, so I didn’t hesitate to move inside and head straight to the decanter on the table by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Daisy moved in slower. Her sneakers moving silently on the carpet. "This is—"

She trailed off.

I watched her reflection in the windows. The way she turned around in a stunned circle, like she had never seen anything so beautiful.

"You have a beautiful home, Mr. Popovitch," she murmured.

Still with my back to her, I frowned. Mr. Popovitch? Had she really just used my formal title when only an hour before I had been balls deep in her sweet pussy for the first time?

"You should call me Ilya." Downing the drink in the glass waiting for me, I turned to her. "And I will call you Daisy. Would you like a drink?"

"I didn’t think," she stuttered. "No, thank you. I am not a big drinker," she admitted finally. "But thank you."

Nodding, I strode towards her. "That’s probably for the best. There will be rules after tonight, so this is a one-time offer." I held the glass out to her again. "Do you want a drink?"

Grabbing the glass, she downed it in one, her face twisting at the taste of it. Shaking my head, I took it from her. "Well, I meant your own drink. Let’s go." This time I did take her arm. This was going to be her home for the foreseeable future, but I didn’t want her wandering around unsupervised. I would give her the grand tour in the morning when she had signed the contract I knew would be waiting for her.

"That is my room." I pointed to a closed door to the left. "You are not to go in there. Ever. Is that understood?"

I heard her swallow before she nodded her head.

"There will be other rules, which we will discuss tomorrow. I expect you to follow them." Flinging open the next door, "This is your room. There’s a bathroom and a dressing room." I let my eyes travel down her simple cotton shorts. There was absolutely nothing sexy about what she was wearing, but at the same time, there kind of was. Slowly I glanced down at her shapely legs, and I frowned. Dammit, I could still see the shadow of blood on her thighs.