The Bratva's Nanny (MF)

The Nannies

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 32,000
1 Ratings (3.0)

From their first meeting, Dmitry Balakin knew he wanted Alix Smith as his own. She was not like any other woman he’d met before. She was kind, sweet, caring, and she had no idea she had spoken to the boss of the Balakin Bratva. When her husband's debt is called in, the man has no qualms selling Alix to save his life.

Alix hates her husband. It was a marriage of pity. She adored his parents and only agreed to the marriage for them. It was no love match, nor a true marriage. Becoming Dmitry’s property, she is even more surprised to discover he has a five year old daughter. That is her role. She is the nanny to his little girl.

At first, she tried to ignore the attraction she felt toward this monster of a man. He doesn’t smile, ever. He’s cold, aloof, and the only real emotion she sees is when he is with his daughter. Dmitry has helped her though. She finally has the divorce she had been wanting for a long time. She is now free.

Alix is his. Dmitry is determined to have her. This is not a love match. It’s sex. It is fucking. Nothing more. He wants to get Alix pregnant. He doesn’t want her to have a reason to walk away. She is his and he doesn’t share his toys.

Alix is falling for him. The first man she has ever truly loved. But he doesn’t trust her. He has told her he trusts no one. People have a price, and one day she will soon. But Alix doesn’t have a price. She loves Dmitry and would die trying to save him. Will it be too late to tell him the truth, or will she die when one of his enemies tried to take his place?

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The Bratva's Nanny (MF)
1 Ratings (3.0)

The Bratva's Nanny (MF)

The Nannies

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 32,000
1 Ratings (3.0)
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Alix was his now, no one else’s. He could take what he wanted. She was at his mercy.

“I’m so sorry. The nap I let her take this afternoon was a little too long. I won’t allow that to happen again.”

“Is she asleep?”

“Yes, fast asleep. It just took reading three books through twice, and on the second read-through, going slowly, soothingly. It’s what my mother used to do with me. At least, that’s what she told me.”

He got to his feet and pulled out a chair for her to sit. She thanked him and slid inside.

Alix had allowed her long blonde locks to fall free. She had such long hair, he could imagine it wrapped around his fist. He tightened his grip on her chair to stop himself from doing that right now.

“I didn’t spoil dinner, did I?” she asked.

“No.” He let go of her chair and took a step back, giving them both some space.

The scent of vanilla was heavy in the air, Alix’s own special scent.

He nodded toward his man, who exited to the kitchen.

Alix tucked some of her hair behind her ear and he watched her, unable to tear his gaze away. She looked so beautiful.

Before they had chance to talk, his man opened the kitchen door, and two women came out, bringing their food. The plates were covered with a silver dome. They put the plates down delicately in front of them, before lifting off the domes, showcasing a beautiful spiraled pasta. He thanked them and they left, taking the domes with them.

“Eat,” he said.

Alix picked up her fork and he watched her swirl it into the pasta and take a bite. He knew she loved this meal as he’d overheard her telling the chef several times how much she loved it.

“This is so good,” Alix said.

He smiled.

“Did you know this was my favorite?” she asked.

“I may have overheard you a couple of times telling the chef.”

Her cheeks went red. “Was I allowed to do that?”

“Alix, you have free reign in my house.”

“But I can’t leave.”

“No, you cannot leave.”

There was silence and they took several forkfuls of food in between.

“You told me that I now belong to you,” Alix said, being the first one to fill the silence.

“You do.”

“Was a nanny all you wanted?” she asked.

He stared at her, thinking, waiting.

“I’m not professionally trained, I have worked in a nursery for several years, and I do love kids. I’m not a nanny—”

He held a hand up to silence her. “I’m not looking for a nanny. Your role here was not supposed to be taking care of my child. Sofia likes you, you were here, I was busy, I needed you to fill a role, and that’s what you can do.” He clicked his fingers and his men left the room.

Alix looked behind her, seeing they were now alone. She turned back to look at him.

“What do you want?” Alix asked.

“Simple, Alix. I want to fuck you,” he said.

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