Captured Nanny (The Nannies)

“For you to sit.” He pointed at the chair.

She stared at it, a little … unnerved.

Take the damn chair. The sooner you comply, the sooner you can get Evelyn and get out.

Rain walked to the chair and slowly sat down, resting her hands on her knees and taking a deep breath to try to calm herself.

You can do this.

She truly didn’t think she could get through this.

“Evelyn told me your name, and I did tell you this during our last meeting.”

“You mean when you tried to kill me by cutting off my air?” She remembered his hand over her mouth, cutting off her ability to breathe.

“Trust me, if I wanted to kill you, Rain without an e, I would have done so. I didn’t want you dead, but I also didn’t want to mar that pretty face with a bruise by knocking you out. Trust me, you got the better end of the deal.”

She gritted her teeth. There was no way in hell she would consider anything this man had to offer a good thing. He made her sick.

He turned toward her, and she watched as he poured them both a coffee. His hand didn’t even shake under the weight of the coffee mug. He was in constant control.

Her mouth was so dry, and the scent of the coffee made her mouth water.

“Sugar?”

She shook her head.

“Cream?”

“No, thank you.” The manners her parents taught her came back full force.

“Milk?”

“Just a splash.”

She didn’t want to make this pleasant at all, but arguing over coffee was pointless.

He placed the coffee in front of her, and she lifted it to take a sip. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, enjoying the sudden hit of caffeine but also the exquisite taste. It was so good. She licked her lips, wanting more. She didn’t ask for anything else though.

Drinking her coffee, she was aware of him watching her. She wanted to growl at him but continued to drink.

“It is good. Thank you,” she said.

The silence was starting to unnerve her. After years of being surrounded by activity, the sterile sound of silence always made her nervous.

“Very good.”

“I would like to see my daughter,” she said.

“I have a business proposition for you.”

She tensed up.

“It would appear I have come into contact with a child, and I think it would be only fair that you work for me as my nanny.”

Rain put the mug on the table and glared at him. “Are you trying to offer me to be a nanny to my own child?” she asked.

He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. “It is one of the only ways you’re going to get to see your child.”

“And what is the other?” Rain knew the instant the words left her mouth that she shouldn’t have asked.

“To fuck me,” he said.

Chapter Two

Wolf Jackson didn’t need to pay a woman to fuck him, nor did he need to bribe a woman. He could have any woman at any time, in any way. Not just because of who he was, but also because he had the funds most women drooled over.

Women had grown tiring.

In the beginning, he had a new woman every single night, if not every other hour to entertain himself. They were easy. He didn’t even need to pick them for himself. Just a simple snap of his fingers, and his men would line women up, all of them desperate to worship his cock. Some of them didn’t even need a price or a fix.

Wolf hadn’t been with a woman in over a year.

Sex had lost all of its appeal.

Until Rain.

Feeling her against him. Changing her clothes. Something had altered inside of him, and now, he wanted her.

He’d been enjoying tea with Evelyn, finding out as much information as he could from the little girl before he came to Rain. Of course, he’d been watching Rain. They were deep into the country, at his private estate that was secured better than any prison. No one was getting in or out.

Staring at Rain now, he knew she wanted to attack him.

The fire in her eyes, damn, it was making his cock ache. He wanted her. She was nothing like the women he took.

Her full brown hair spilled around her in curves. The length was long too, reaching down to her butt. He couldn’t wait to have it wrapped around his fists as he pounded inside her tight cunt.

He loved her body as well.

She wasn’t slender, but all curves. She had a nice big juicy ass. One he wanted to grip and spread, staring down at her asshole and pussy as he fucked her hard. Her hips were more than a generous handful. This woman was designed to be worshipped.

She’d been married, he knew that much. But he also knew the father was dead.

What was the woman doing on her own?