Prologue

WARNING

This story contains mature, sensitive, and explicit content unsuitable for young or sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised.

MARIMAR OQUENDO’S POINT OF VIEW

“W-Wait, Levi! A-Ah!” I groaned as his hands suddenly closed around my full breasts.

Without warning, he pulled down my top, baring my chest to him—my peaks already hardened and standing taut. His blue eyes went wide, and he clapped his hands together.

“Yay! Cocomelon!” he said, as he began to play with it, gently squeezing and jiggling my breasts.

I bit my lower lip and watched the well-built man above me—his form like that of a Greek God. I sat leaning against the headboard while he hovered over me, and a flood of questions raced through my mind.

What kind of job had I gotten myself into? Why did everything always end up like this? Was this really the work that would bring me fortune, Lord?

“U-Uh!” I gasped as his mouth suddenly closed around one hardened nipple. He swirled his tongue over it and lightly nipped at the sensitive skin, his eyes locked on mine as if studying every shift in my expression.

“Yummy?” he mumbled between licks and sucks.

Good heavens, Lord! Is it right that I feel so aroused by what my charge—a man with mental illness—is doing to me?

“Ahh—w-wait, Levi!” But he didn’t seem to hear me. He kept sucking at my breast, never breaking eye contact.

I had no choice but to let him have his way. Better this than dealing with one of his tantrums when he didn’t get what he wanted. Besides, it felt good… even if I knew it was wrong. What else could I do? I was his personal nanny.

“Milk! I want milk! I want mommy’s milk.” He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I bit my lip again. Oh Lord, how do I keep myself from being drawn to this man I care for? Why does he have to be so handsome?

“T-There’s no milk, m-mommy!” I panted.

Sir Psikh will skin me alive if he hears his brother calling me that. Will I go to jail if he finds out this is how I calm Levi down?

“B-but…” I could see tears welling in the corners of his eyes, and I cursed under my breath. “But I want your milk!” he said loudly.

Oh no, Lord! How can I produce milk when I’ve never even had a child? Good grief!

I was lost in thought when he suddenly slid his hands down to my thighs. I swore loudly as he lifted my legs and held them up in the air.

“Hey! Levi, stop this! Please, this isn’t funny!” I said nervously, reaching for his long hair to pull him away.

“Milk! It’s wet! It’s milk—mommy’s milk! Hehe!” He laughed as he looked up at me.

“That’s not milk—ahh! Ummph! W-wait—uh!”

My entire body went weak as I felt him pull down my panties and press his lips and tongue against my core.

I gave in completely to the sweet sensation that washed over me.

Where had I gone wrong? They said the job was for a house helper—but how did I end up caring for this handsome, well-built man who wasn’t in his right mind?

 —

And so that kind of work became my life. I served as nanny to the son of a deceased tycoon. They said Levi suffered from a mental illness that would never be cured.

No one could have guessed he would regain his sanity. When he did, I ran away. I left to hide from him, overwhelmed by shame. I fled with the child growing inside me—the consequence of my mistakes with him.

And I tried to forget that I had once been his nanny.

 

LEV DMITRI ROMANOV’S POINT OF VIEW

How many years has it been since I last set foot in this country?

How many years since I watched that woman’s face crumble with tears as she ran from me?

I can’t remember.

I lived as one of my father’s weapons, alongside my brother Psikh. I became a killing machine for our family to prove my worth.

I had woken from what felt like a long, deep slumber, and the first thing I saw was her—an angelic woman with a face like no other.

She was beneath me then, moaning my name while her body shook with pleasure. I didn’t fully understand what was happening, but I couldn’t resist her. I drove myself inside her and gave her the most intense, breathtaking pleasure she would never forget.

[“Confirmed, Boss Dmitri. The new hire is indeed Marimar Oquendo.”]

My jaw clenched at my crew member’s words over the phone. I’d thought I was hallucinating, but no—there she was, her silk dress clinging to her curvy frame as she served drinks to customers at my bar. The same woman who had cared for me and fled the moment I came to my senses.

“Good. Triple her salary this month,” I said before ending the call.

I watched her from across the room, tracking every movement, my gaze lingering on her slender, fiery body. The curves that had haunted my dreams for years were now within reach again.

She was right in front of me, and I could reveal myself this instant. But I wouldn’t.

A playful smirk touched my lips. “Hide well from me, mi amor,” I said, downing the shot of alcohol in my glass.

Run free and start over. Find another man and pretend you belong together, Marimar.

But when we meet again, you won’t escape me a second time.

From the moment I tasted your innocence and claimed you as mine, you have belonged to no one else.

And you can never hide the truth that you were once this ruthless mafia lord’s nanny.