Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“I do not look like that.”
“Of course you don’t.” She patted his cheek again, but then her hands dropped, her expression turning grave. “What worries me is… Am I going to your house as a guest, or as a sub?”
Ah, he understood her concern. “As a guest, of course. I will give you privacy for as long as you need.” He touched her chin so she looked at him. “This evening doesn’t have to be a scene if you’d prefer—”
“Tonight I’d most definitely prefer to be—” She leaned in, whispering against his cheek. “—naked, on my knees, begging you to touch me.”
Alexander’s cock hardened in his pants.
Alena’s lips brushed his cheek as she pulled back, a knowing smile curving her lips. “But until then, I’m just a waylaid traveler, accepting your kind hospitality.”
“After dinner,” he all but growled. Damn it, he sounded like a fucking animal.
Fitting, when the things he wanted to do to her were savage. He’d tried to warn her away both nights, and she’d been the one to make sure he didn’t walk away.
Every time he was with a sub, he worried he’d lose control of himself, give in and take it too far. Alena had tempted him far more than any woman in recent memory, but he’d maintained control.
“After dinner?” She arched a brow
“After dinner, you’re mine.”
Alena leaned back, apparently relaxed. “I do love having something to look forward to.”
Alexander spent the rest of the ride imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. Some of them were dark, cruel things he would never actually do. The things he’d threatened her with at the apex of their most recent scene.
If the woman beside him knew every lurid detail of his fantasies, she’d jump out of the moving car.
Or maybe she’d face him, regally demand he abide by her limits, then drop to her knees.
By the time they pulled up outside his home, his fantasies had mellowed and become plans.
He’d taken her mouth last night, but this evening, if she begged just right, he was going to fuck her sweet pussy.
* * *
Alexander waited by the stairs. The guest chamber Alena was using was halfway down the hall on the fourth floor of his home in Josefstadt. The property, which took up half a city block and was five stories high, with a Mansard-style roof, white stone walls, and evenly spaced windows, had been in his family for generations. In the past, when business was bad, sections had been split off and turned into apartments or offices. At one point no Wagner had lived here, the whole thing rented out to various businesses.
Alexander’s father had waited out the last tenants, then renovated the building, turning it back into a fifteen-bedroom mansion, an almost obscene luxury to have so much real estate used as a private residence in Vienna’s eighth district.
The ground floor was leased retail space, a concession to the district director who’d personally asked Alexander’s father to allow businesses to operate there, especially given the building’s location across the street from Hamerlingpark.
A satellite Wagner Global office suite on the first floor had a large, stately conference room which he used whenever he had to meet with the board. Meeting in his home both emphasized his status and meant everyone was comfortable enough to have a drink or two. Alcohol made board members far more insouciant.
Besides the meeting room, the business suite had several private offices, including his home office, paper file storage, and even a small server farm, the off-site backup for the company’s information network.
One of his two assistants worked exclusively out of the office here, coordinating with the other assistant who was based at Wagner Global headquarters, located only a few minutes away in District One.
The remainder of the first floor was also dedicated to offices, but not for employees of Wagner Global. The half-dozen offices on the opposite side of an impressive landing were for the people who managed the Wagner family affairs. Alexander’s house manager, valet, chef, and the curator who supervised and maintained the Wagner’s art collection, all had offices. There was also a set of offices RTW Security used when needed. The Wagner Global board of directors insisted he have personal security with him for some travel, and in those instances the offices served as a home base for the personal, event, or physical security teams Zakaria Schroeder sent over. RTW’s CEO would have preferred that Alexander allow a full security office, with variable speed guard rounds, ingress and egress checkpoints, as well as the most advanced—invasive—security system possible. Alexander valued his privacy too much to allow that.
The second and third floors had beautiful drawing rooms, parlors, libraries, and even a small ballroom. There were also bedroom suites on those floors, ornate rooms filled with antiques, most often used by visiting dignitaries or business people who needed to be impressed, flattered, or both.