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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Olivia is only a few days out from her wedding, and thus her attraction to a mysterious, flirty real estate client catches her off-guard. Sergei is handsome, aggressive, and reputedly a dangerous mafia boss. In other words, everything she doesn't need.
She quickly puts some distance between them, but Sergei turns out to be more determined than she expects. Determined enough to show up at her wedding, and not just claim her, but ravish her, immediately.
As Sergei continues to master her body over the next few days while defying those who'd take her from him, his only goal is for Olivia to admit the truth: that she needs Sergei, just as desperately as he needs her.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Copyright © 2024 December Drake
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This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Stolen & Bred at Her Wedding
December Drake
Contents
“The summer before college, I even came up with this elaborate plan to work my way across Como, and…”
Olivia stopped, clearing her throat as she recalled herself. “There I go, oversharing again.”
“I wouldn’t call it oversharing.”
Sergei turned his gold pen idly in his hands as he smiled at her. “It’s fascinating. You’re fascinating. I want to know everything about you.”
Indeed, he didn’t look bored with her rambling. His intense gaze always made her toes curl in her shoes. She still hadn’t adjusted to it, even months later.
Olivia shuffled the papers on her desk, mentally preparing to steer their conversation back to commercial real estate. Sergei had a way of asking questions that eventually made every discussion about her. Her interests, her opinions, and even her dreams.
Rumor had it that he was a dangerous man. Possibly a mob boss, with connections to a known Serbian crime ring. Still, if he wanted to buy real estate via legal means, she wouldn’t hesitate to sell it to him.
She looked up when someone knocked on her open office door. “The team is ready to give him a tour of the property,” her assistant told her, from the doorway.
“Great.” Olivia stood, and Sergei quickly rose as well, gesturing for her to lead the way down the hall.
She checked the time on her phone as she strode briskly through the corridor. “I really think this is the one. It has everything you’re looking for. You’ll love it,” she added, smiling at him over her shoulder.
Sergei brought his eyes up to meet hers, making no attempt to disguise how he’d been checking out her legs in her pencil skirt. “I already do.”
Olivia faced forward again, biting her lip. She tried to ignore the little thrill that ran through her from his heated gaze.
She paused at the glass doors leading out into the lobby, beyond which she could see her team’s town car waiting in the valet area. Sergei’s SUV was parked next to it, his driver ready behind the wheel.
Sergei stopped beside her, his gaze warm. “Come on the tour with me.”
Olivia shook her head, trying to ignore how his voice, all smoke and chocolate, curled around her insides. “My team will be more than happy to assist.”
“But they won’t be you,” he countered, stepping closer.
She blinked rapidly, and inhaled his scent before she could stop herself.
They were in public, and she needed to regain control. She mastered her expression with a polite smile. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Are you always appropriate?” he murmured.
Olivia’s smile froze. Her eyes darted nervously to her assistant, who waited several feet behind them in the hall. “I certainly am, two days before my wedding,” she said, between her teeth.
Sergei tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he noted her suddenly tense demeanor. He glanced back at the burly, male assistant. She could almost hear the gears in his head turning.
Perhaps he’d take the hint that it wasn’t safe to flirt with her.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, Olivia,” he said simply.
Olivia stood at the door until her team’s car had pulled away, followed by Sergei’s, then returned to her office.
She could feel her “assistant” trailing behind her. He belonged to her fiancé. It should be insulting, that Thomas had replaced her usual assistant with someone who would keep tabs on her. Oddly, however, her fiancé’s protectiveness left her feeling pleased.
It was nice to be given attention, after an isolated childhood that had left her starved for it. Knowing that Thomas cared enough to have someone escorting her every day almost felt like having his attention on her directly.
Almost.
Olivia wasn’t a fool; she understood that their marriage would mostly be a business arrangement. He was marrying her good name and impeccable background, just as much as he was marrying her.
It was an added benefit that he was pleasant to look at, and in good shape. She was certain the feeling was mutual.
Her father had kept her closely guarded, growing up. No boy had gotten near her in high school, nor even college. She hadn’t minded it so much then, while she focused on her studies.
Yet now, she was restless.
More than restless. She was sexually frustrated, for things she’d never experienced. That must be why she was so susceptible to Sergei’s charms.
Olivia was ready for her wedding night. She’d even deliberated over the selections for her bridal lingerie, because she was determined to lure Thomas straight into the sheets.
Though they were marrying for less than love, she saw no reason why they couldn’t enjoy their marital bed.
She cleared off her desk, trying to ignore Sergei’s lingering cologne in the air. Yet, her mind kept returning to how he’d hung on her every word, as she’d rambled on.
Two more days, Olivia reminded herself. Then, she could begin her life’s new chapter, as a wife.
By the night of the rehearsal dinner, she was tense, anxious, and feeling guiltier than ever.
Yesterday, Sergei’s office had called to place an offer on one of the more expensive properties she’d shown him. Olivia had been thrilled, of course, but she couldn’t squash the small disappointment that he hadn’t called her himself.
What had she been expecting? Despite months spent together reviewing nearly every available property in the city, he was just a client. She shouldn’t mistake a client for a friend.
A handsome, forward man like Sergei would make for a very dangerous friend, reputation aside.
Later that night, Olivia had tried to banish the disappointment by working off some of her restless frustration in bed, with her fingers. With no real-world experience, her imagination was a bit sparse, but her usual fantasy involved her wedding night.
Such as how Thomas would react to seeing the racy lingerie she’d selected, and the feel of his hands as he undressed her. He had such nice hands.
Yet, when she tried to remember exactly how they looked, she instead recalled Sergei’s larger ones.
