Page 30 of Trapped By the Bratva

“I wanted to see how you’re adjusting to your new helper.” She raised her brows.

“Helper? That’s what we’re calling them now?”

“The latest individual who is supposed to help you recover,” she clarified.

I shrugged. I wasn’t telling her much. More like nothing at all. I didn’t know how to sum up Hannah, and I sure wasn’t going to explain how tasty her cunt was.

“I doubt she’ll last.”

She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Why do you think that?”

“Aside from saying that about everyone else who’s tried to help me with therapy and didn’t last?”

She nodded.

“Just a hunch.” I shrugged the best I could. That movement still hurt too much, and I had to consciously refrain from the instinct to do it.Why? Because I made her run out of the room after I gave her an orgasm, Mila. That’s why.

“Because she’s so young?” she guessed. “Because you’re going to assume she’s inexperienced or unqualified?”

Dammit.I didn’t need that mental image to linger. The idea of Hannah being an inexperienced virgin excited me. I wasn’t picky about women. If they could please me, then it was game on.

Something about being the only man to taste Hannah filled me with a primal sense of satisfaction.

“Just go easy on her,” Mila advised.

Too late.I had already been controlling and demanding when I got that young woman to ride my face. And she did it so fucking well.

I furrowed my brow, hating that she was prompting me to think about her like this again. “Did my brother send you to nag me?”

“No. I’m here on my own.” She arched a brow. “She had dinner with us upstairs. You know? The meal in the evening that you can share with your family members?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re not locked to the bed. You’re not an invalid, Dmitri.”

“I know that.” And I knew what dinner was. I wasn’t social enough to want to endure those kinds of gatherings. Meetings were fine. Those were productive with clear goals. Meals and hanging out… Hard no. It would take time—according to the doctors, up to a year—before I’d feel more like myself again. Until I did, I preferred my solitude.

“Hannah is a natural with Emily.” Mila smiled. “She was so good at calming her at dinner. Of course, she knew her. She babysat her since she was born, but she was really good with Alana, too.”

I didn’t react. So, she was good with babies. I bet lots of women were.

“So,” she added wryly, smirking at me, “if you’re going to be your usual asshole self, I would think twice. I’d hire her in a heartbeat to tend to the babies in this household.”

In other words, you’ll make sure Hannah doesn’t go anywhere.

I would just have to make the most of it and deal.

And I will. I’ve got more control than she does.

The next morning, when Hannah entered my room, she did so with a bright smile. If it weren’t so early, the radiance of her good mood might have made me return the expression, but I caught myself in time.

“Hello again,” she greeted happily.

I smirked at her chipper tone. I didn’t have enough coffee in me yet for that kind of brightness.

My deadpanned stare didn’t intimidate her.

She popped her hands on her hips, and the gesture made me follow the curves of her hips under her tight yoga-like clothes.