Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“You say that as if there was a possibility I wouldn’t.” He raises a brow. “Did you doubt me, Sasha?”
A frisson goes through me like every time he says my name. It’s especially aggravating when he does it in that rare, amused tone.
“I did, but only until I found out you had two plans to get that position.”
“Two plans?”
“The first is playing the hero for saving your mother and subtly highlighting Konstantin as non-filial. The second is buying votes in case the first plan didn’t work.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He strokes the corner of my lips to wipe something off, but his fingers linger there for a second too long, feeling unbearably sensual. “There weren’t only two plans, there were three.”
“What’s the third?”
“Getting rid of Konstantin.”
“You…planned to kill your own brother?”
“Getting rid of him doesn’t necessarily mean killing him. I’m more creative than that.”
I was wrong. Kirill isn’t only dangerous. He’s a literal menace.
I turn slightly in his direction. “Don’t you feel apprehensive about having all these enemies?”
“Nothing great was ever achieved by only having friends.” He strokes my mouth again, but this time, his thumb presses on my bottom lip until it pulses beneath his touch.
My awareness of the weight of his arm around my back and over my hip feels heightened. But most importantly, I can’t ignore the growing bulge against my ass.
The more he strokes and presses on my lip, the bigger his erection becomes. A chill travels down my spine and into the very marrow of my bones.
My face heats, and so does my neck, despite my attempts to keep my reaction under control.
This is the first time he’s touched me this explicitly since that day during the snowstorm when I was injured. Maybe it’s because I thought this would never happen again, but now that it has, my body resurrects to life despite myself.
“Are you blushing, Sasha?”
I try to swallow, but it gets stuck at the base of my throat, so I just shake my head once.
“Your skin looks red.”
“That’s because…I’m hot.”
“That you are.”
My heart beats so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t jump from its confinements and lay itself at his feet. “W-what?”
“What?”
I can’t say it. I want to, but I just can’t.
He just called me hot. I heard it, but I’m not sure if it’s real or if my head is playing tricks on me.
“What are you doing, Kirill?” I ask instead, finally voicing the thoughts that have been running through my head.
He places the tray on the nightstand. That’s when I notice I’m done. Maybe I finished a while ago, but I have no memory of the food.
He spreads his large hand on my hip, eliciting a shock wave through the thin material of his shirt.
His icy eyes devour my face for one second.
Two.
Three.
“I’m trying to decide whether or not to fuck you.”
I choke on my own breaths, and any logical thoughts seem to fly out the window.
“You…what?”
“You don’t have a hearing problem, so quit acting like you do.” His free hand strokes my cheek, then makes a slow path to my mouth. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were in that village. I contemplated throwing you down, opening your legs, and taking what I wanted. I fantasized about leaving my marks on this translucent skin, and not letting them fade. I imagined taking you over and over until you screamed and cried while begging for more.”
My body goes slack against his as my temperature reaches its boiling point. My ears burn and tingle, begging for more.
But that’s not the only place that pulsates with each calm word out of his mouth. My core throbs, and I have to clench my legs. The slight shift causes my ass to brush against his massive erection.
I go still, so scared of breathing that I only do it in small increments.
“While it’s so tempting to spread your legs and fuck you, I won’t. Do you know why?”
I shake my head, trying and failing to ignore the overwhelming sense of disappointment that spreads through me.
“I can’t seem to figure you out…yet, and I don’t get entangled with possible enemies.”
“I’m…not your enemy.” I would be long dead if I were.
He narrows his eyes. “You’re hiding something—or possibly some things. I do not for one second believe you followed me all the way from Russia just to pursue a career as a bodyguard.”
“Then why did you let me tag along?”
“I told you. Because I get to have you under my thumb.”
“Keep your enemies closer, huh?”
“Something like that.” He sinks his fingertips into my hip. “We can rectify this situation if you confess.”
“You’re not a priest, why would I confess to you?”
“No, I’m not. I can be your father in Heaven, though.”
“I decline.” I start to push at his hand, but I might as well be moving a mountain.
“Don’t be stubborn. I know you want me, Solnyshko. You watch me when you think I’m not looking, and you even get hot and bothered. I can smell your arousal right now. If I reach between your legs, I’ll feel it, too.”