Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Andrik’s arrogance feeds off the tension bristling between us. It bubbles it to the point of no return before he says with a smirk, “Like you know no man will ever fuck you as well as I will.”
Sweet lord, his mouth is as filthy as his words make my panties, and although I’d usually give as good as I get, their unexpected dampening has me failing to come up with a single retort.
My silence doubles his egotism. “Even if you try to tell me I’m wrong, I’ll know you’re lying, милая.”
“Darling?” I roll my eyes. “Please. You know nothing about m-me—”
I choke on my last word when he interrupts. “I know you wouldn’t need a brochure to tell you what feels good if you were my wife.” He stands so close that I can’t suck in a full breath without my nipples grazing his chest. “You’d only ever need me.”
Goose bumps trek over my skin at the image he paints. He has the confidence to pull off his claim, and the looks, but we’re interrupted by a familiar voice before he’s given the chance.
“Is everything okay?”
Andrik’s eyes shoot to Dr. Hemway for the quickest second before he trains them back on me. His gaze is darker now, more morose, conveying the misery in his tone when he replies, “Why wouldn’t it be? Did you not hear the news? My life is only just beginning.”
He doesn’t wait for either Dr. Hemway or me to reply. He stalks through the door separating Dr. Hemway’s consulting room from his examination room, immediately dispelling a hunger strong enough to break through the fear I’ve been hiding behind the past two years.
2
ANDRIK
As I watch the blonde hustle to a rusted car parked at the back of the lot, I feel Dr. Hemway’s eyes on me. He’s probably wondering why I’ve brought the murkiness of my industry into his sterilely clean world instead of waiting for him to come to me as agreed.
I’ve asked myself the same numerous times in the past hour.
No reasonable explanation appeared other than impatience.
I’m now skeptical that is the sole cause of the changeup.
People fall to their knees when they see me coming. They don’t return my watch like the blonde did. They’re usually too fearful of the repercussions their unwanted gawk would demand to unearth if my look is in covetousness or disgust.
They cower away. Wither like a picked flower left in the midday sun.
The blonde did no such thing.
She made me look like a дурак who’s never sampled a cunt, much less an untouched one.
Her laugh when I ran into the pamphlet table like a soft cock… fuck.
It made me the hardest I’ve ever been.
She doesn’t fear me—not one bit—and the knowledge has me torn on how to respond. I want to bend her will, but is that solely so she will be in a better position to take my dick between her pouty lips?
Ten minutes ago, I would have said my interest in her had nothing to do with the way her nipples budded against her shirt when I couldn’t conceal my wish to kill anyone who had ever placed her in the position displayed on page seventeen. Now I’m struggling to conceal the interest in my voice when I finally answer one of Dr. Hemway’s numerous silent requests as to why I have arrived at his office.
I spin to face him like our meeting was scheduled for 6 p.m. this evening instead of 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. “Is she—”
“No.” His clipped tone already has my mood skating from the playful, harmless bachelor I wanted to fool the blonde with to the calculated, menacing business mogul everyone in my realm encounters daily, much less what he says next. “She isn’t a good candidate.”
“Why?” My curt reply announces I hate urging responses. If you can’t be upfront, move aside and let someone else do what you can’t. Don’t make me pry answers out of you unless you want to leave our exchange with fewer fingers.
I work my jaw side to side when Dr. Hemway reminds me why I selected him for this assignment. “It’s confidential.”
I need discretion. His inability to break doctor–patient confidentiality is the sole purpose I scoured his personal life for something I could use to blackmail him. But I’m two seconds from breaking the fingers that had me so incensed with jealousy I entered a sterile room to see if the blonde’s presence altered its scent as well as she did my personality with something as simple as a sideways glance.
The equipment at the side of the bed appears untouched.
The good doctor should consider himself lucky.
I’m not sure what my response would have been if I had discovered the sordid thoughts in my head had been accurate.
With Dr. Hemway unwilling to give me answers, I seek my own. It is how I have operated over the past thirty years.