“Stand up and take off the shirt.”
She does as she’s told and when I look over her naked body, I want to explore it.
“Go into the bathroom,” I tell her, and she walks ahead of me.
I look at her ass as her hips move in the perfect motion from side to side.
She has what I call the perfect body for a long hard fuck.
She’s the first woman to stay in this house for longer than a day. I don’t have women here for any longer than that, and most never see this house more than once.
I never give them a chance to conjure up the wrong ideas or any other kind of ideas.
Olivia glances over her shoulder and her cheeks flush again when she catches me unashamedly checking out her ass.
Instead of saying something like I know she wants to, however, she keeps walking.
Good girl, she’s learning fast.
The wall opens for us when I press the button and once we get inside I take off my pants and enjoy watching her trying not to look at my cock.
“You can look if you want you know,” I tell her, opening the shower door.
“I don’t want to.”
“And yet you can’t seem to take your eyes off my dick.” I chuckle when she clenches her jaw. “Get inside.”
I motion for her to go in the shower.
“You want me to shower with you?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Get in.”
She steps in and I follow turning the water on a light cool spray.
Olivia turns her back to me and as I take in her body again, I begin to see how Jude became obsessed with her. In just a handful of days the same spell of shit has come over me. My fucking dick has been hard for her since the first time I saw her in the club. What’s strange is that I haven’t fucked her yet.
I grab the washcloth, put some of my shower gel on it and start running it over her back, cleaning her.
“I showered twice already today, there wasn’t exactly anything else to do,” she mutters.
“Well, this is your first time showering with me.”
I move the blonde ends of her luscious hair and the water flows through it like liquid gold.
“Are you seriously going to keep me inside the whole time? Inside your room with no fresh air. I can’t even open a window.”
She has a point. Locking her away in my room is just an upgrade to what Massimo suggested.
“I’ll organize for one of my guards to take you out on the grounds tomorrow.”
She looks at me and then back to the lake rock wall before us.
The questions about Jude and the company come back to me and I realize sometimes the answers aren’t always clear cut. Often, they’re not on paper either but can only come from those who lived it. Like her.
It looks to me like her grandfather trusted Jude or was easily fooled. A Bratva man like him though wouldn’t just fall into shit and leave his legacy in the wrong hands.
It all looks to me like everything played out the way it did with the weak left behind. A wheelchair bound woman and her daughter. The only heirs to a mighty company like Markov Tech. It doesn’t make sense.