But I can’t touch him. They’ll lock me up too.
And then I won’t be able to fulfill the promise I made to Father.
The world will pay for this. And I won’t stop until every single fucking person knows their place.
When people mess with the Sokolovs, they get burned.
I clench my hands into fists at my sides, feeling my knuckles pop. Something unfamiliar shifts in my chest as I watch Joy turn the page in her book, tilting her head, reading. The afternoon sunlight catches her face just perfect. I can never get enough of that skin. It looks like someone painted her gold.
It’s like she was put on this earth to test me.
Because every time I’m in her vicinity, I don’t think. I act on impulsively. She likes it rough. She begs me to go deep.
Two days ago, I took her on the kitchen worktop. I sat her on the edge, spread her wide and slotted right in.
She knows not to wear panties anymore. There’s not much point.
The only reason she’s wearing her red bikini now is because guards are watching her, waiting for her to strike.
My plan was to keep her waiting, on edge, for as long as possible. Really draw out her arousal.
I know Joy better than she knows herself. She wouldn’t have left until I fucked her.
But I couldn’t hold back. Ihadto fuck her.
And I have now, many times. Which means she might start putting together an escape plan.
Her trying to escape is the last thing I need right now, with Igor and other rivals to worry about.
Joy drops the book onto her lap and peers between the palm trees, tilting her head, trying to see me better. “I know you’re watching me.”
Of course she does. I expect her to be on guard a lot more now, after what happened a few days ago when I caught her touching herself in my pool.
I feel a smirk toy with the ends of my lips.
I stride over there, folding my arms over my chest as I get closer to her. She really is quite something in that red bikini. Even more of a fucking vision when she has it off.
“I’m free to watch you as much as I like, sweetheart,” I say, smiling down at her.
She looks up from the pool lounger, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Do you always have to wear a suit?”
“I could say the same about the red bikini.” I take a seat on the lounger next to her, lifting the strap. I peer underneath, seeing her nipple. She can’t hide her body from me in my own house.
“Do you mind?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it, sweetheart.” I level her a look, noting how pink her cheeks are getting. “I make your heart race.”
“So full of yourself.” She screws up her lips and looks away, returning to her book, using it to cover her face. She pretends to read. She’s not reading at all.
I reach over, taking the book from her hands. I shut the book with abap.
“Do you mind?”
“No.”
“You just lost my page.”
“I’m sure you’ll find it again. You’re a smart girl.”