Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Andrei frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“I know you know.” He clenched his teeth. “Without us you wouldn’t even have this. I want a higher cut and I want partner.”
“It’s never good to reach above your station.” Andrei shrugged. “Have some drinks and we’ll talk.”
My brother must have been surprised because he stepped back a bit and put his hands on his hips. “How can I trust you?”
“That’s just the thing.” Andrei grinned. “You can’t. Take it or leave it. My offer to discuss your terms expires in thirty seconds.”
“Done.” He held out his hand.
Andrei took it and then pulled him forward. “I forgot to say thank you by the way…”
He frowned; his eyes flickered to me. “For?”
“For your familial sacrifice of course,” He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “For my wife.”
My brother gaped. The man I didn’t recognize behind him went completely pale. “You never asked my permission.”
“I did, the day I cut out your tongue, did you need a reminder? You gave me her, so I let you live. You’re welcome.”
Aldo looked ready to murder me.
And I hated that he was angry because it was someone else that was touching me, someone else that belonged to me, someone else that wasn’t him.
I started feeling sick to my stomach as he turned on his heel and walked off toward the opposite end of the room.
I exhaled when he was gone but felt his eyes on me still. “Now what?”
“Now.” Andrei gripped my hips and then lifted me effortlessly off the stool so I was straddling him in my short dress, the slits riding up to my thighs. “We kiss.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want him to burn.” Andrei nipped my lips and then tilted his head. “I want him to burn with so much jealousy that he forgets himself, that he doesn’t look at the exits for his enemies, I want him to go mad with anger and then when his blood pressure is through the roof, when he’s purple with rage, I’m going to slit his throat and dance in a river of his blood.”
I had no time to respond as his mouth came down on mine hard, I could feel his arousal through his jeans as he tasted me, and I couldn’t help but rub my body against his in a vain attempt to get closer.
He felt so hot.
So good.
I whimpered against his mouth when his hands jerked my body harder against him. The friction was almost too much.
I was ready to rip off his jeans and beg him for it.
And he knew it.
He didn’t stop.
I started to sweat, tried to control the building pressure between my thighs as his tongue moved behind my ear. “I’m imagining you naked.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Yeah?”
“Mmmm, I’m imagining putting my mouth on you and drinking you dry, I’m imagining thrusting deep.”
I clenched my teeth as my most intimate places pulsed in rhythm with my pounding heart.
“Your thighs wrapped around my neck…”
I gripped his hair and tugged, hard.
“Maybe I’d finish with you on your stomach… no, I would want to see your face, so I’d flip you over and put your ankles on my shoulders, I’d grip your thighs so hard your skin would bruise, and then I would do it again and again.” His tongue licked my ear. “And again.” His breath was hot on my skin.
My body shuddered, needing release that he refused to give. I pressed a hand to his chest and lowered it until I touched the front of his jeans, my palm pressed against his length.
He smirked at me like he knew I wasn’t just losing my mind but all sense of propriety as I wondered if we could get away with it, if we could just, undress in a dark corner.
What was I thinking?
I was in a haze.
A seductive haze he’d created, with images I couldn’t stop thinking about, us sweaty, writhing together, in his bed.
I jerked when he suddenly moved my hand away, his knuckles grazing my thigh as his fingers inched beneath my skirt.
I stiffened.
“Don’t lose your nerve now, Alice.”
“But we’re in public.” Was that breathy voice mine?
“That…” He grinned seductively. “…is the entire point of the game.”
“People will see.”
“Good.”
“They’ll know.”
“Even better.” He moved his hand higher. “Let him see your response to me, let it be the last fucking thing that miserable excuse for a human sees.”
I nodded as our foreheads touched as his hand gripped the inside of my thigh beneath my dress, as his thumb pressed against my lacy underwear.
I didn’t feel shame at my response.
At the fact that I was so ready for him it was almost embarrassing.
His thumb grazed the material so softly that I wanted to smack him on the side of the head.
“I like your anger.” He wrapped an arm around me. “Now lean forward so I can give you exactly what you need…”