Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“This? We’re a this?” She scoffs but does nothing to put distance between us except a highly possible threat. “Alek will kill you. He promised my father he’d keep me out of this world.”
Her eyes shoot to mine when I mutter under my breath, “You don’t need to be a part of this world to be with me.”
After a handful of sharp breaths, Polina says, “Don’t do that. Don’t let lust impair your vision.”
“Your vision, Polly. Mine has always been clear.”
She rolls her eyes as if I’m speaking out my ass. “All we’ve ever done is fuck.”
“Because you leave my bed, car, and warehouse within a second of cum erupting from my cock.”
She socks me in the stomach but doesn’t deny my claim.
She can’t when it’s true.
“You even left your apartment once. Don’t ask me where the fuck you went for those five hours I wandered butt-fucking-naked around your space, but I’m fairly certain you didn’t have a bird’s-eye view of your bedroom, or you would have had something to say about me messing around in your panties drawer.”
Her angry tone slices through my laughter. “You’re giving them back. That lingerie set cost me a fortune.”
“Fuck no, I ain’t. If you’re not wearing them for the pleasure of my eyes, you’re not wearing them at all.”
Polina scoffs, as if our closeness will have me missing the alteration of her scent. “You’re acting like a Neanderthal.”
I bang my chest, proud to be associated with such a clear-cut display of machoism. “And you want to gobble up every damn morsel of my testosterone…”—I lock eyes with her, aware lack of eye contact is a hard limit for her, but also aware it is one of her biggest weaknesses—“from my cock with your mouth and from my heart with the withered-up black one hiding somewhere behind your fantastic tits.” I wait for her eyes to lose their fight before saying, “If that ain’t true, tell me so, and I’ll back the fuck off.” Her hungry gleam breeds tenfold when I lift her chin with my finger. “But if it is, we’re going to go round two, and then you’re going to eat breakfast at my goddamn table with my goddamn fork and my goddamn food.”
Some could say I am showing my hand way too quickly.
I don’t give a fuck what they think.
I’ve been chasing this girl for years and consuming every inch of her the past four weeks, so I am the first to admit I am snowed. Fucking. Under.
I am done.
“Do you want this, Polly?” Sparks of the boy who had struggled to understand why his mother left him on the side of the road with nothing but the clothes on his back flash in my tone when I ask, “Do you want me?”
I think I have her over the fence. I convince myself there is no other answer to my question but yes, and then my stupid-ass phone hollers.
When my eyes drop to my phone’s screen and I see who is calling, I scan my room for cameras.
I won’t find them. I learned the hard way that the Bobrovs’ surveillance cameras are the size of a pinhead.
The fight they recorded between Alek and me weeks ago circulated amongst the crew the past month. He didn’t kick my ass as well as he did the first time I tried to place distance between Ana and him, but since I get more pleasure pissing him off until his cheeks are the color of beets, I couldn’t hit him back, so it wasn’t close to a fair fight.
I’ll do more than thump him with my fists if he tries to get between Polina and me, though. Although not certain that is what he did four years ago when he asked me to follow Ana to Sicily, I have an inkling some of his decisions resided around that.
I didn’t play it cool after Polina hooked up with one of my bratva brothers.
I was pissed and didn’t care who knew about it.
It also happened to occur the weekend before I left for a European stint of isolation.
“I need to take this. Things are tense.”
Polina nods, fully aware the tension in the Bobrov crew at the moment is thick enough to cut with a knife.
When I slide my finger across my phone’s screen and squash it to my ear, Alek doesn’t bother to issue a greeting. “Where is she?”
“Ana?” I query, hopeful as fuck I’ll have the chance to explain myself in person instead of over the phone.
I breathe easier when the rustle of a head nod sounds down the line.
“With you,” I preempt.
Alek has had Ana on lockdown ever since a rival mafia association tried to collect payment with Ana’s body. Alek paid what was owed, but the head of their crew wanted more since Alek took down four of his men for the thoughts lingering in their deprived minds.