Page 9 of Stolen Tutor

I nod and reply calmly, knowing Anna loves her tutor even if she’s getting played. “Yes. I will supervise tonight.”

“Yes, Boss.” He leaves and I close the door, allowing my true expression to show. Spinning around, I take a seat in my chair and stare at the bathroom door just waiting.

She steps out of the bathroom a minute later, looking hot as hell. “Mr. Leone, pay your whores for these services. I’m not one of them. So next time, make sure you get your rocks off on them, not me.”

“No, you’re something else. You’re my enemy’s daughter who crept into my family’s life and I should have ended your pretty life, but there’s something about you that changed my mind. So if I want you fucking on your knees in front of me, you better be ready to open your bratty mouth and suck on my fat cock.”

That attitude in her falters as she stammers out some lies. “What? My father? He’s not….”

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me. Your father sent you to infiltrate the school and cozy up to my niece. She’s attached to you, so you better hope it stays that way because I’m not very forgiving at the moment.” I place her book bag on my lap.

“Is that my bag?” she asks, looking properly nervous. That’s extremely telling and I hate how much I still want the duplicitous woman. I want her painfully.

“Yes, and you won’t be getting it back until I can trust you. Given your DNA, I’m betting that will be never.”

“Maybe I should just go back to the school,” she says as if I’d let that happen, raising her brow up and crossing her arms over her ample tits.

On my feet, I set the bag behind me onto my chair and then closed the distance between us. Her pulse has picked up, her heart racing, chest rising and falling with every passing moment as she takes a step back. “Sweetheart, you aren’t going anywhere. From now on, consider this your permanent residence.”

I smile and shrug. “Until Anna goes back to school.” Whatever she wants to believe, Anna isn’t going back to the boarding school if she truly isn’t happy. “Then again, I’m going to get fired if they find out you touched me.”

“Don’t worry about losing your job.” She calms, thinking I will save her position at the school, but that’s out of the fucking question. There’s no way I could ever let her go back. “Let’s take you to your room and then you can settle in. Your dinner will be up soon.” I grab the door handle and open it. “Remember what I said about keeping Anna happy.”

“Whatever. I’m not the one making her miserable.” She huffs, moving ahead of me and out of the room. Snarling, I grab her wrist and spin her around, pinning her against the wall back inside my office, closing the door again.

“You think I make her upset?” I snarl so only she can hear me just in case someone is waiting for my instructions nearby.

Unfazed by my intensity, she states, “No, for some reason you seem to be a favorite, but the surrounding people are about as kind as a feral rat. She’s a young girl who needs love and understanding. If you care for her, you will look into who guards her.”

“I will.” I release my hold on her wrist and then open the door. She moves toward the front door in a flash like she’s going to get away, but I’m too fast. With a swift wrap around her waist, my hand squeezes hard. “Baby, if you wanted me to hold you all you had to do is ask.” I kiss her cheek which she tries to yank away from me.

“Uncle Niccolò?” Anna’s soft voice draws both of us to turn around where she’s standing with Dino, my driver.

“Yes, precious.” Loosening my grip, I hold on to Lucy, pulling her slightly in front of me and unwilling to give her a bit of space. Not because I’m afraid she’ll run again. She feels good in my arms, so damn good that my dick is hard again and I have it pressed against her fat ass.

“Do you like my tutor?” Anna asks with wicked eyes that remind me of her father.

I nod. “Yes, if you’re a good girl, she might become your aunt.”

“Yay, I want that. Aunt Lucy,” she squeals while the subject of our discussion stiffens in my arms.

“He’s teasing, Anna,” Lucy answers. The fuck I am. The second I felt her in my arms, I knew I was serious as hell.

Revenge. That’s my answer to it all. I’ll take her as payment from her father. I’m still going to kill him and she’ll just have to learn to live with it, but she will be my wife, mother of my children.

Anna frowns and then asks, “Oh, is that because you’re going to marry the director?” Lucy stiffens again, but this time it’s because I grip her tightly as a primal need to claim what’s mine strikes me.

Through clenched teeth, I answer for Lucy. “No, she will not do that.” Stealing a glance at Lucy, I give her a warning glare that this conversation is about to get serious.

Turning back to my niece, I add, “Anna, I need to show Lucy her room, so she can get settled and then eat her dinner. Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I finished my meal.” I don’t like the way she said that. Her face fell as if it wasn’t good enough. My chef is one of the best and I included foods I knew Anna preferred according to her guards.

“Did you not like it?” If there’s a problem with her food, I need to rectify it immediately. Since my brother died, I wanted to give Anna a happy world as best as I could. So Lucy’s insults hit me to the core earlier, and now this is another blow.

“It was fine. Can I go to my room?” she asks, intentionally trying to avoid my interrogation, which is something I’ve been getting a lot since her parents’ deaths.

Lucy chimes in, “Anna, how about you show me my room and chat with me while I eat dinner?”

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