Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I hope my dad will make peace with the bratva, and there will be a happy ending, but the odds of it happening don’t look good.
With nothing else to say, I whisper, “I trust you to do what’s best for us.” Taking a chance, I ask, “If it comes to the worst, is there any way we can protect Abbie?”
Misha nods, making relief fill my heart.
“I have to take out her father as well. If it comes to that, she has to submit to the bratva. Viktor will cancel the hit then.”
“Thank God,” I say, almost feeling lightheaded.
“We’ll get through this,” Misha promises. “Then we have to get married.”
A chuckle escapes me, and when I don’t protest, he tilts his head. “You’re okay with marrying me?”
I shrug. “I’ve always known there’s an arranged marriage in my future. I get you as my husband. That’s a win in my books.” A thought hits, and I quickly ask, “Are you okay with it?”
Misha gives me a look like I’ve lost my mind. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”
Laughter bursts from me. “Damn, you’re so romantic. My poor swooning heart.”
He tugs me closer until I’m plastered against his chest, then he grips my jaw and presses a hard kiss to my mouth. With his eyes burning into mine, he says, “I’d marry you today if I could. I want you as my wife, Aurora.”
We find a moment of happiness in the storm raging around us, and it gives me the strength to face what lies ahead of us.
Chapter 34
Misha
This week's training has been grueling. We had to torture each other again, this time with hot irons.
My side is on fucking fire as I walk to my suite to shower before I check in on Aurora.
I’m so fucking proud of my woman. Yesterday she was able to stay in the crate for thirty minutes. By herself. I’m certain she’ll overcome her fear of small spaces.
Just as I reach my door, I hear her call, “Wait for me.”
I swipe the keycard through the lock, and opening the door, I wait for her to dart inside before I head in after her.
Aurora throws herself against my chest and wraps her arms around my waist.
The instant I flinch, she yanks back. “Why did you flinch?”
“We had a lesson in torture today.” I chuckle at her horrified expression before I head toward the bathroom. “I just want to shower, then we can grab something to eat.”
“You have torture lessons?” she gapes before coming after me. “What kind of torture lessons? Did you get hurt?”
I chuckle again because it’s fucking cute when she worries about me. “I’m okay. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Her eyebrows knit together. “I didn’t ask if you could handle it.”
I grab hold of the shirt behind my neck, and when I tug the fabric over my head, Aurora gasps.
“Misha!”
“I’m fine, moy malen'kiy olen'.”
“Don’t my little deer me,” she snaps as she comes to inspect the burn mark on my side. “Did you go to the infirmary?”
Taking hold of her chin, I force her to look at me. “Stop. I said I’m fine.”
She takes a deep breath before she loses her shit. “Stop saying that! I swear to God, Misha, if you tell me you’re fine one more time, I’m going to…I don’t know what I’ll do, but you won’t like it.”
Laughter explodes from me, and I ruffle her hair. “You’re fucking cute, you know that?”
Her eyes narrow on me, then she drops to her knees and grabs hold of my cargo pants.
I raise an eyebrow at her as she pulls the zipper down.
“If this is supposed to be a threat, it’s not working,” I mutter, my tone amused.
She takes out my cock and starts to stroke up and down the shaft until I’m hard as steel. With a daring light in her eyes, her lips close around me, and she sucks me so fucking deep my legs almost give way.
I grab hold of the counter with one hand and the other fists in her hair. “Khristos, Krasivaya,” I groan. “You can threaten me any day.”
Aurora licks and sucks me as if I’m a fucking melting ice cream, and when my balls tighten with my impending orgasm, she frees my cock with a wet pop.
Standing up, she wipes a thumb over her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine. “If you want to come, you’ll tell me about these freaking torture lessons and whether you’ve been to the infirmary.”
For a split-second, I’m stunned that she’s so damn sneaky, then a smile curves my lips. “The torture lessons prepare us for if we’re taken by the enemy, so we won’t talk. I don’t need to go to the infirmary because the burn is nothing I haven’t felt before.” Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I growl, “And in case you were wondering, I’m not okay anymore. Now get down on your knees and suck my cock.”