Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Even if Boris used him a hundred times over, it would not equal the torment this man has caused me. But it does not matter. Because I have peace, now. And so there is only one thing I have to say to him. The same thing he said to me when I discovered he had sold me.
I lean forward so that I’m right in his face. My eyes unmistakable in the truth that I feel nothing for this man anymore.
“You better get used to it, kitten,” I mock him. “The pain is going to be your new best friend.”
His eyes plead with me, even though the gag in his mouth prevents him from speaking.
But there is no mercy to be found here.
Not with me, and certainly not with Alexei.
He makes a gesture to Boris, who moves behind Dmitri again. Unzipping his pants as he steps between Dmitri’s spread thighs.
“Enjoy yourself, Boris,” Alexei tells him. “He’s yours to play with for the week.”
35
Alexei
My beautiful Solnyshko.
The moment we are back into the corridor, I cannot contain myself.
I kiss her. And touch her. Pulling her body into mine.
So brave. So vicious.
I am harder for her than I have ever been. She knows this. And she climbs up my body and into my arms. So small and vulnerable and mine.
“You feel safe with me,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she answers.
I groan. Because I want her to. Even if it’s wrong. Even if I am defective. She does not see that when she looks up at me. She does not care. She only sees my body around hers, sheltering her. The blood I spill for her. She does not see anything else.
“I want your pussy wrapped around my cock,” I demand. “Right now.”
Her arms come around my shoulders and hold me tight as I unzip my pants and she wraps her legs around me. She is soaked for me.
Soaked in lust and want for me. Soaked in the thrill of Dmitri’s blood which will soon coat my basement floor.
She is a siren. A filthy angel. But only for me.
She will only ever have me.
I tell her so as I thrust up inside of her, possessed by my madness for her. The door behind us is not all the way shut. And I know she can hear Dmitri’s cries.
She is getting off on it. His pain and her pleasure.
I finger her and fuck her at the same time. Playing with her tits. Rubbing her body all over me.
“Come for me,” I tell her. “Come, so that he can hear you being fucked by me. So that he will know who you belong to when he dies.”
She moans into my right ear. The sound is distorted. But there. It vibrates down my spine and all the way into my cock. She thrashes in my arms, crying out as the orgasm rips through her body.
So beautiful. So violent.
So perfect for me. This damaged angel.
“Lyoshka,” she whines into my ear.
“I know what you need,” I tell her.
I thrust harder, faster. “And I will give it to you.”
I come inside of her again. Balls deep, stuffing her full of my come.
It has not sated me at all. And already, I want to take her again. I want Dmitri to hear her cries all night long as she bounces on my cock and I fill her with everything I have to give.
These are the thoughts going through my mind when I pulse inside of her, emptying every last drop.
“What about Arman?” she asks. “When will he die?”
I blink at her, and struggle to come up with a lie. She will not understand.
“Is my little sun so bloodthirsty already?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. “I want him dead too.”
She looks so hopeful, and it is in this moment that I realize, I will have to kill Arman. Despite Viktor’s wishes. I will have to find a way. To please my wife. To keep my word to her. To avenge what was done to her.
“He will take longer,” I answer her with a kiss. “But he will die too, Solnyshko.”
She smiles, looking at me like I am her hero. The way nobody has ever looked at me before. And then she speaks. And everything changes.
“I’m pregnant, Lyoshka.”
36
Talia
He pulls back to look at me, his grip taut on my chin.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant,” I repeat.
Relief flashes through his eyes, and I swear that I can see the weight of his worries floating away into the distance.
“That is good,” he tells me in a dazed tone. “Such a good girl.”
He kisses me and then strokes my face.
“This will change everything.”
And that’s when I see it. Behind his relief, I see his true motive. And for a split second, there is a stab of betrayal at the realization.
“You did this so I wouldn’t hurt myself.”
He looks up at me and lies right to my face. “I want a family, Solnyshko. It is time.”