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)
But Kirill doesn’t wait to listen to the second part. He’s back between my legs, his expert tongue fucking me into oblivion.
He does it over and over until I can’t take it anymore.
Until I actually do faint.
24
SASHA
Mike’s little face slowly materializes in front of me. Young, sweet, and full of tears.
“Mishka, what’s wrong?” I ask, my voice breaking.
“Help me, Sasha,” he whispers. “Help us…”
I reach out a hand. “Slow down. Breathe. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
The moment I touch him, he falls to the ground, and blood explodes from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
The gruesome scene from four years ago slowly comes into focus. Mike’s body lies in the middle of all the others.
Blood pools beneath them, and the corpses become identifiable one by one. My father, my mother, my cousins, my uncle, and even my brother.
Anton lies on his side, bleeding from all his orifices like Mike. Uncle Albert walks in the middle of all the blood, expression downward and tears streaming down his cheeks.
I call his name, but no words come out. Not even a sound or a cry.
His eyes meet mine, blood tears soaking them. “Are you happy, Sasha?”
I shake my head over and over. We can’t be happy. I’m not allowed to be happy when everyone is buried six feet under.
And then my uncle falls down, joining everyone else on the ground, bleeding from all their orifices.
The blood pool gets deeper and colder, but I run in their direction.
I lose my footing and fall straight into the pool. “Nooo.”
White light blinds out all the red, and I startle into a sitting position. That’s when I realize I’m in a bed.
For a second, just a fraction of time, I think I’m back at home. I only had a nightmare, and Mama just woke me up because I’m going to be late for school.
But this is not home. And the nightmare wasn’t completely inaccurate.
“It’s ten in the morning.”
My head whips in the direction of the feminine voice. Anna. She’s the one who pulled the blinds, revealing the huge tree near the balcony, and is staring at me with those judgmental eyes that have never trusted me.
Her gaze bounces between me and the bed—Kirill’s bed.
Shit.
Memories from the sauna slowly come to focus, and heat rises to my cheeks and ears.
Holy hell.
What on earth have I done?
I stop myself from thinking about that, or more accurately, Anna’s unwavering attention forces me to.
She’s watching me as if I’m the greatest threat to this family or something.
I’m thankful Kirill actually dressed me in a shirt and sweatpants. But there’s one tiny fact that I can’t change.
Me in Kirill’s bed.
What must she think of me?
“Uh, I…” I scramble from the bed, wincing at the ache between my legs, but I wrap the blanket around me. I’m not naked, but I don’t have my chest bandages on either.
Anna stands in place like a dictatorial headmaster who’s a fan of dishing out punishments.
“I wasn’t feeling well, so Boss must’ve…uh, carried me here.” I sound like a fucking idiot.
The small woman’s expression doesn’t change. Whether in affirmation or the opposite. She’s like a statue whose sole purpose is to judge me.
“I…I’m going to take a shower.”
“Eat first.” She motions at a tray that’s overloaded with food. “Kirill told me to prepare him breakfast, and only after I brought it here did he mention that I have to make sure you eat.”
Oh.
That must be why it looks like one of those luxurious breakfasts. Kirill must’ve known that she wouldn’t have put any effort into the meal if it was for me, so he tricked her into thinking it was for him.
Honestly, manipulative should be that man’s middle name.
“Thanks,” I say.
She doesn’t reply, but nods instead.
“Do you know where Boss is?” I ask in my most amicable tone.
“You should be the one to know that, considering you’re the bodyguard.”
Ouch. Okay.
I sit on the couch and sigh. “Look, Anna. I don’t know why you hate me…”
“I don’t hate you. I just don’t trust you,” she says simply. “Kirill is the only person who’s able to lead this family, and to do that, he needs competent people by his side. Not people he has to save each and every time something happens.”
Ouch again.
I can’t even say anything in reply, because she’s right. I’m supposed to be saving Kirill’s life, not the other way around.
“I’ll tell him you ate your breakfast,” she says, then leaves the room.
I take a bite of toast and drink some orange juice, then wince when I shift in place. My pussy feels sore and achy, but for some reason, I’m desperate for more of the torture Kirill inflicted last night.
Once again, my cheeks heat.
I can’t believe I fainted.
But then again, it was too hot in that sauna. Add his touch, and it was impossible to keep up.