LOGINReina’s POVThe ride back felt different.I sat in the same car, same seat, same silence… but something had shifted. Or maybe it was just me.I held the sketchbook tightly against my chest, my fingers pressing into the cover like it could disappear if I loosened my grip. I kept looking down at it, then out the window, then back again.It didn’t feel real.Nothing about today felt real. Rai sat beside me, one arm resting casually, his eyes on his phone for most of the ride. Whatever call he got at the cabin had changed something. The calm from earlier was gone. He looked… sharper now. Colder. Like whatever version of him I saw at the lake had been locked away again.I told myself that version wasn’t real anyway…It couldn’t be.Men like him didn’t have quiet places…Men like him didn’t make tea…Men like him didn’t buy sketchbooks.So what did that make him?My chest tightened slightly. I turned my face to the window again. The mansion gates came into view too quickly.The moment we drove
Reina’s POVI stared at him, trying to understand what kind of man said things like that so calmly. The lake moved softly around us while he rowed like he had not just unsettled me again.I looked away first.I was learning something dangerous about Rai Mikailov. He didn’t always need threats. Sometimes words from him did worse things. They stayed in my head long after he was done speaking.The boat drifted closer to the far side of the lake where tall trees stood around the water. It was quieter there. No guards. No engines. No voices. Just wind, water, and him.I hated that this was the safest I had felt since being taken. He tied the boat to a small wooden post and stepped out first. Then he held out a hand to help me.I looked at it….Then at him.Then I stepped out by myself.His mouth twitched like he almost smiled.“Still stubborn.”I brushed past him.The ground was soft with grass and fallen leaves. A narrow path led deeper into the trees. I didn’t know why he brought me here,
Reina’s POV“Liar.”The word stayed in the air between us.I looked up before I could stop myself. Rai was already watching me with that same unreadable look on his face, like he could see things I didn’t say. Like silence meant nothing to him.I quickly looked away again.My fingers moved to take the paper back, but he held it just out of reach.“Tell me,” he said, still calm. “Did you sleep badly because of the room… or because of me?”My chest tightened.I shook my head, not knowing what I was answering.He gave a small laugh under his breath. “You don’t even know what you’re denying.”I stood up too fast, the chair scraping the floor. I wanted space. I wanted air. I wanted him to stop looking at me like I was something he could peel open with his eyes.He didn’t move. He simply watched me stand there, nervous and stiff.I grabbed the paper and wrote quickly.“Why did you bring me here?”I held it out to him.His eyes dropped to the words. Then he looked back at me.“Because I want
Reina’s POVMy eyes flew open as I sprang up, trying to remember yesterday’s events. The details.Rai had asked me to sleep in here, in his room.My eyes slowly moved to the other side of the bed. It was empty.I breathed a sigh of relief. I honestly didn’t know how I was going to face him. I remembered when I asked him if he ever thought about my feelings and if he brought all the people he owned into his room.I bit my lips. I didn’t know what came over me. I just felt the need to understand if he brought others here, made them sleep on his bed, made them stay close to him the way he made me.I suddenly felt warmth between my thighs.I was wet.What. The. Hell?My hands flew to my mouth.Did he touch me?He wouldn’t have taken advantage of me. He wasn’t that kind of person. But still… he said he owned me. Could he have…?No. I didn’t feel sore. I hadn’t had sex for a long time now, not since I broke up with my ex a while back.I should have felt sore. But I didn’t feel sore. I felt
Rai’s POVShe tried to push me back with her tiny hands on my chest, but I didn’t budge.“How did you make the Braciole, Reina?” I asked, still crowding her space.Her lips quivered as she raised her hands to sign to me.Shit.I had forgotten. She couldn’t speak.I watched her with a fascinated look as she moved her fingers, speaking to me in the only way she could. When she was done, she looked at me like I had understood, but I only stared at her.She made a small sound of frustration as my eyes drifted to her lips.What would she sound like if I was inside her? When my fingers were moving inside her, or when I had her pinned down beneath me, taking everything I gave her.I wanted to touch her so badly, to feel her, to know how soft she really was, but I was going to wait.I owned her.And she would be mine, no matter how long it took.She intrigued me.“You’re staying here tonight,” I said, finally letting her go.She looked at me in confusion, then slowly shook her head.“You have
Reina’s POVI took his used plates to the kitchen before Corinne and a few maids gathered around me.“Reina, how did you do it?I looked at her confused and wrote. “Do what?”“You made Braciole for Boss and he loved it.. it has never happened before. Braciole was banned from making. His mother, may her poor soul rest in peace. She always made it for him. It was his favourite meal and when she died..” she sighed “He asked all of us to make Braciole for him differently, in his mother’s way. He wanted to see if we’d get how his mother made it. Unfortunately Reina none of us got how his mother’s Braciole tasted. He said it was missing something. Oh he got so angry and smashed the table. He even fired a maid and rumor said he killed her. It was a lot Reina“So when i saw you made Braciole and how he stared at it, i was scared for you but he loved it.”“My father taught me how to make it. I just used his recipe” i said“I have never seen Boss look so vulnerable..”“That was he been vulnera







