Russian Mafia Boss's Heir by Bella Rose Read Free Book Online

the car. Apparently he was driving; she wished she could just walk or take her own car. She didn’t want to be stuck in a car with him for some unknown period of time.
    “I intend to fuck my wife. Yes.”
    His words shocked her. More than that, they excited her. Somehow, that rude word on Mikhail’s lips was like the promise of fulfillment. She swallowed and buckled her seatbelt. Her nipples were hard. Why? And why could she feel every inch of her skin as though it had been electrified?
    He didn’t speak again until he pulled into the driveway of a small townhouse just a few blocks away from her father’s home. It was a neat brownstone building.
    Mikhail gestured to the structure. “This is all one unit now. So the entire house will be your home.”
    “It’s big.” They were the only words she could come up with.
    Getting out of the car, she walked slowly around the front of the house. She stared up at the four story structure and wondered if there was a basement too. Then she wondered if she was going to be responsible for cleaning it.
    “Do you have a cleaning lady?” She belted the words out before she could reconsider how they might sound. “I mean, if I’m expected to take care of all this, I suppose I’ll just deal, but I’m not good at that kind of thing.”
    He was laughing. “Yes. I have a housekeeper and a cleaning lady.”
    “Oh. Good.”
    “I gave the housekeeper the night off. I thought you might like privacy your first night home.” Mikhail gestured toward the front steps. It was both commanding and gentlemanlike. How odd. “Please, let’s go inside. I don’t like standing out here exposed like this.”
    The sad reminder about the mafiya lifestyle and all that it entailed didn’t do much for Tori’s confidence. She had always secretly believed she would be able to avoid that life for herself. That she would marry a man outside the family and syndicate. She’d wanted a husband with a normal job who could help her raise their normal kids in a world that didn’t involve guns, gambling, and money laundering.
    So much for that dream.
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    MIKHAIL WATCHED TORI enter his home and felt the oddest sense of satisfaction. This was his woman now. He would take care of her and cherish her as he saw fit. In exchange, she would provide him with the family he had always wanted. He would protect them. He might not be able to make up for the mistakes of the past, but he could damn well prevent any future mistakes from happening.
    “Please feel free to explore.” Mikhail waved his hand to indicate the house itself. “If you have any questions, I’ll be in my study at the end of the first floor hallway.”
    She looked dumbfounded. “Why are you going to your study?”
    “I have a few matters of business to take care of before I retire for the night.”
    “Retire for the night?” She snorted. “Who talks like that anymore? Sheesh!”
    Mikhail didn’t comment. She was rude, but he’d already known that. Soon enough she would respect him and what he could do. For now, she was afraid and trying to exercise her independence. But soon she’d be in his bed and under his power.
    He answered a few emails, took care of some financial issues, and listened to Tori putter around his house for nearly thirty minutes. It was now five o’clock. The fall days were getting shorter, but there was still plenty of light. That was good. Mikhail intended to see every single detail of his wife’s passion when he claimed her for the first time.
    Leaving his desk for the hallway, he listened until he discovered Tori’s location in the house. It was almost too perfect. She was in the bedroom on the fourth floor, and she was obviously curious about her surroundings.
    Mikhail made his way up the stairs and finally found his new wife wandering about the corridor on the fourth floor.
    “Did you find everything to your satisfaction?” he asked.
    “It’s a nice house.” Was it his imagination, or did the word