Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Resting my hands on my thighs, I keep my gaze on the door. After making love, we’d taken a long shower. He’d washed every single inch of my body, taking care of me, before we’d gone down to breakfast. It was while eating my way through a selection of fruit he’d told me I had him for the day. Our house didn’t feel like it, and I knew it was because we had to put our mark on the place, with furniture. No home was complete until you made it your own, and that was what I’d been determined to do.
Even as he griped, I made a note of anything that gained his interest. I’d been able to order a couple of lamps, and he rather liked this globe-shaped liquor cabinet. I thought it was ugly, but Andrei liked it. I’d hoped he’d put it in his office, but I wouldn’t mind if he asked for it in the sitting room. This was our space.
Some people would call me crazy. I’d started to set up this life with a guy in the Bratva. I was a normal girl, well, as close to normal having a model mother and a father within media could be.
He had to come through that door.
Pressing my lips together, I felt so tired.
“I’ll keep watch, Adelaide. Go to bed. Get some sleep.”
“No.”
“Adelaide?”
“No. I’m staying right here.”
Leo stands by the stairs, not moving. Every now and then, he asks me to leave, but I can’t do it. I have to wait. Andrei had to walk through the door.
I only look away to glance down at my cell phone to see if I’d missed a call. Nothing.
Waiting is torture. I don’t know how anyone could live like this. The hours ticked on. Leo tried to get me to eat and drink, but I refused. I can’t even stomach food right now.
The sun sets and the hours continue to tick by. At the sound of a car approaching, I stand up and wait. It could be anyone. The guards changing for the night shift. Andrei. Terrance. Was it Ivan to bring me bad news that he’d not made it?
Steps sounded through the door and then it opened. I threw myself at Andre, wrapping my arms around him, breathing him in. Holding him, convincing myself that he is in fact real and I’m not imagining it. His arms are so strong as they wrap around me.
Leo and Terrance disappear as Andrei picked me up and carried me across the room toward his office. Pressing my face against his neck, I smile, just so damn happy he’s here. He’s with me. He’s not going away.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Adelaide, talk to me.”
“I … I was scared.” He dropped me onto the edge of his desk and I lifted my head to look into his eyes. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Running my hands down his chest, I rest my palm over his heart.
“Nothing will happen to me.”
“You’re not invincible, Andrei. Look what happened today.”
“That is business, babe. It’s like that. People want me dead.”
“How can you live like this?”
“I was born living like this. I told you my own father, well, the man who claimed to be my father, wanted me dead before I was even born.” He cupped my face. “I’m used to this and I know how to survive.”
I press a kiss against his palm. His thumb reached out, stroking across my bottom lip. Opening my lips, I suck his thumb into my mouth, staring into his eyes. He groaned. Sliding my hands down his body, I grab the belt buckle and tug it.
Andrei doesn’t do anything. He’s leaving me in charge and I take it. Opening the button, then the fly, I shove his trousers down his body and touch him through his boxer briefs. Andrei had been teaching me how to touch him to drive him wild. I knew what his body liked.
Pushing my hand beneath the boxers, I gave his length a squeeze, and he released a hiss. Slowly, I start to run my hand up and down his length, and now Andrei, not satisfied, grabs my shirt and tugs it open.
Buttons flew all over the place and his hands go to my breasts, cupping the mounds. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”
His mouth goes to my tits, kissing each curve, before he reached around the back and flicked the catch of my bra. The lace was gone, replaced by his hands, cupping my flesh. I don’t stop working his cock, but he pushes my hand out of the way to go for my trousers.
I have no choice but to push my hands down and lift my ass up so he can get them off, and once again he shreds my panties as if they are nothing. It won’t be long until I no longer have any panties left.