Bratva Lullaby (Zarkov Bratva #1) Read Online Penny Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Zarkov Bratva Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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I’m not sure how I’ll make it happen, but I need to see my friends. I just don’t know how I’m going to convince Lev to let me go.

Not to mention, explain the bodyguards Lev will insist I bring along.

But one thing at a time. First, I’m going to need to convince my fake fiancée to let me fly home sometime in the near future.

It’s not going to be easy. I can already see how it will play out.

He’ll make some crack about this is not how kidnapping works. And then I’ll remind him that he’s the one who says I haven’t been kidnapped, so his argument is moot. Then he’ll tell me I have a smart mouth and tell me to get on my knees. And I will, because I know after I suck his cock, he’ll give me a mind-shattering orgasm as a reward.

Because this is who I am now.

After hanging up from Henry, I drain my coffee and decide to go for a walk in the estate’s impressive gardens. For the last few days, I’ve been enjoying getting out for a morning walk in the sunshine, which has actually helped ease the mild nausea I’ve been suffering since the night Lev brought me here.

Heading toward the garden by the pond, I hear a noise and look up. It’s Enya and Igor. He’s sitting on a stone garden bench and she’s sitting on his lap, her tiny frame almost swallowed by his size as she unwraps a sandwich and splits it with him. But before she can bite into it, he takes her face in his big hands and draws her in for a slow, sweet kiss.

My heart almost bursts in my chest.

She’s so tiny and he’s basically a sasquatch, and they look so adorable together.

You got it right this time, Cupid.

Maybe one day you’ll have one of those happy arrows for me. Instead of the twisted, dark arrow I got hit with the day I met Lev Zarkov.

Igor is tender with her. The protective giant, and I couldn’t be happier for them.

Not wanting to disturb them, I head back to my bedroom and try on the clothes that had been delivered while I was in the garden.

One of the dresses is a silky red slip with a high hemline and a scoop neckline. It’s revealing and sexy, and coupled with a pair of Ellie Barba heels, it makes me feel sexier than I’ve ever felt wearing anything before.

Tonight, Lev is taking me to dinner somewhere. I’m not sure what it’s for. He was frustratingly vague when he called me earlier to tell me. So I decide I’m going to wear the red dress and hope it drives him crazy with desire. Because I’ve decided that’s my new favorite pastime. Doing things to make him want me and watching that wild look of need appear on his face. There is something potent and heady in making a powerful man need you so badly he can’t hide it. To watch his lips part with need. To see his eyes wild with lust. To make his chest rise and fall quickly. To know every cell in his body is desperate for a taste.

I twirl in front of the mirror. Hopefully, it drives him crazy enough with lust he takes me on the backseat of the Phantom.

Sorry, Igor.

Because I know how good it feels when he can’t control his need for one second longer and takes me. Whether it’s slow and torturous or hard and fast, I’m as addicted to Lev giving into his wild needs as I am addicted to making him feel wild in the first place.

Usually, I’m to meet him in the foyer at a certain time, but just as the sun is setting, there is a knock at the door.

I open it and am shocked to see Lev on the other side, dressed for dinner and holding a bunch of flowers.

For a moment, I’m stunned. He’s brought me flowers?

I glance at the flowers, then him, then back to the flowers. “Is this you picking me up for a date?”

He smiles, and it’s beautiful. “Absofuckinglutely, zayka.”

I let him in, and he drags me into his arms, kissing me hard and long and awakening every lustful cell in my body.

I have to push him away, or we’re never going to get to dinner.

“You’re going to kiss all my lipstick off me,” I say.

“And it’ll be my pleasure,” he says with hungry eyes. “God, that dress is stunning.”

“You like it?”

His eyes grow wicked. “I’m going to love ripping it off you later.”

I push away from him. “You will do no such thing. It’s too beautiful to be manhandled like that.”

He grins and pulls me back to him. “Then I will have to think of more inventive ways to get it off your beautiful body.”


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