Page 29 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2
“The Robinsons didn’t have a piano.” She folds her arms, her chin jutting.
“I can get you one.” He makes it sound as simple as snapping his fingers. “And lessons, if you’d like.”
She mulls it over, and I half-expect her to refuse. I think a part of her wants to. But like him, she’s too curious, drawn to an opportunity to tackle something new. While Vadim chooses to research BDSM, she’ll warily accept his offer of musical training.
“Okay.”
“I’ll make the arrangements first thing in the morning.”
We sit in awkward silence until the pizza arrives, courtesy of a gruff Ena who manages up what I think might be a smile once he spots Magda. We eat together, saying nothing until finally, Magda sets her plate aside.
“I’m tired,” she says.
“Do you need someone to tuck you in?” Vadim starts to stand, but she shoots him a look so withering he falters.
“I’m not a baby,” she says, her nose in the air. She flounces from the room and up the stairs. Predictably, the door slams.
“Give her time,” I say, approaching Vadim from behind. I run my fingers over the muscles of his back, sliding around to his front. When I toy with the waistband of his pants, he sucks in a deep breath.
“Restraint is one skill we will both have to learn,” he says hoarsely.
“I know.” I nuzzle the back of his neck even as my fingers obediently withdraw. “Just know that I find you trying to be super dad incredibly sexy. I wish to do all sorts of naughty things to you when little ears are finally asleep.”
“Oh?” He turns to face me, an eyebrow raised. I shiver as he draws me close, letting my body mold against his. “What kinds of things?”
“Well…” I stand on tiptoe and murmur a list of sordid, X-rated options into his ear. “And that’s to start.”
“You are insatiable.” He runs his fingers down my back as his eyes lower to mine. “And patient. And… I couldn’t do this without you.”
A part of me despairs at the fact that he actually seems to mean it. “Yes, you could,” I argue. It’s the truth. “She’s resistant to you, but that’s because you’re both so alike. In no time, you’ll have her madly in love with you. Just like—” I manage to physically stop myself from saying more by slamming my hand over my mouth.
His eyes narrow, and he snatches the fingers in question, drawing them away. Something between us shifts from sizzling lust to a smoldering heat I feel deep in my core.
“Madly in love,” he says as if tasting the words for the very first time. “Like?”
“Sir!”
We break apart as Ena storms into the kitchen, his expression sterner than ever. “Visitor,” he says to Vadim. “Mr. Hood. I let him in?”
I look at Vadim in awe as he seems to physically bite back a groan. Finally, he nods. “Yes. Let him in.”
Ena races off, and Vadim turns to me, cradling my cheek against his palm before I can pull away.
“Check on Magda for me?”
“Okay,” I concede without prying as to who this mysterious visitor might be. I can’t resist placing a soft kiss along his jaw—just one.
Upstairs, I find the door to Magda’s room ajar. True to her insistence on the fact, sheisn’ta baby, more than capable of getting herself ready for bed. She’s already dressed in a pair of pajamas, her damp curls hanging down her shoulders as she moves about her room, dragging It by his floppy, reattached head. When she spots me staring, she eyes me without comment, glancing me up and down with a flick of her unnerving eyes.
“Goodnight,” I say, closing the door behind me as I reenter the hall.
“Wait.”
I return to find her rummaging through an end table for an object that she marches toward me and offers up without a word. A worn, wooden hairbrush.
Like a princess used to dolling out commands, she sits on her bed with her back to me.
“Braids?” I suggest as I dutifully approach her and smooth my fingers through her thick ringlets. Gosh, her hair is every bit as beautiful as her father’s. I brush through it all gently and arrange two plaits when she doesn’t offer up a complaint either way.
