Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
And Kirill is still not here.
My attention is divided between the door, my phone that has no new text messages, and the clock on the wall that’s now ticking past two in the morning.
Just when I think I’m going insane, the door softly opens. I jump up at the same time Kirill walks inside.
A low gasp leaves me when I catch a glimpse of blood splashed on his shirt, his neck, and face. Some form a blurry red smear on his glasses, probably from when he wiped them.
He strides inside with his usual leisure, not paying attention to all the blood that’s been the theme for the night.
Upon seeing me, he pauses and narrows his eyes slightly. I run to him and force myself to stop before I hug him or do something equally idiotic.
“What…what happened?” I can’t look away from the blood. I really, really hate that fucking stuff. Call me superstitious, but whenever I see it, I get a horrible feeling.
I probably shouldn’t have been in the army or the mafia. In hindsight, those two are terrible career choices.
But then again, I only get this hectic when those I care about are injured, specifically Kirill.
“Nothing much.” He casually removes his jacket and throws it on a nearby chair. “I only took care of some unfinished business.”
“What unfinished business?”
“Whatever remained of the Albanians’ nests. What are you doing up? I specifically told you to rest.”
“As if I could do that when you disappeared in the middle of the night. And don’t change the subject. You went after the rest of the Albanians on your own?”
“That’s what I said. But I wasn’t alone; Viktor, Yuri, and Maksim came along. I invited Damien, too. And while it was tedious to witness him laugh like a maniac the entire time, including him in action, it makes him owe me. We blew up their hideout and killed whoever didn’t die.”
“But why would you do that? Their other branches might come after you.”
“Let them. They’ll meet the same fate.”
“That’s not how it works, Kirill! You’re not the type who starts wars without a reason.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I have a perfectly solid reason.”
“And what is that, I wonder?”
“They hurt you, and that’s enough incentive for war. I couldn’t be there to stop them. What I could do, however, is finish every last one of them.”
I think my heart is about to explode. That, or I’m having some form of heart issues that need to be checked.
How can he…render me speechless with a few words? Just how can he make me feel so cherished with a small sentence?
My voice softens. “I’m thankful for that, but as I said before, being the reason behind your problems brings me no joy. I don’t want you to collect enemies just because of me.”
“I only hear that you’re thankful. Everything else is redundant.”
“But—”
He jams his index finger against my mouth, causing me to shut up mid-objection.
“I don’t want to hear whatever you have to say, because it’ll only piss me off, and, considering the amount of anger and adrenaline in my system, I might react drastically toward that.” He releases a charged breath and removes his finger. “Today has been a long fucking day, so why don’t you go to sleep?”
“What about you?” I whisper.
“I’ll go through a few reports.”
“You should rest, too.”
His eyes darken as they fall on my chest before he slowly slides them back to my face. “Just go.”
I look down and find that the opening of the bathrobe shows a hint of my breasts.
Is that what made his eyes darken and caused his demeanor to stiffen? I don’t really get my answer, but a strange compulsion pushes me to stare at him even as my cheeks catch flames. “I’m not tired.”
“Sasha…” The warning in his deep, somber tone strikes me in my bones. “If you don’t move this instant, you can only blame yourself for what I’ll do.”
My limbs shake, and tingles erupt all over my body, but I refuse to move. If anything, this place right here feels like the best place to be.
A second passes.
Two.
On the third, Kirill grabs me by my nape, fingers digging into my skin, and crashes my body to his.
Just like that, his hungry lips capture my starving ones.
I release a long breath that feels like relief. I’ve been starved for so long, and now that I have his intense touch again, it’s like I’m being struck by lightning.
He threads his fingers in my hair as the hard muscles of his body overpower my softer build. No matter how much I train, I could never measure up to the way his body is built like a weapon.
“Just so you know…” He wrenches his lips from mine and tears away his shirt.
The buttons fly everywhere before the blood-soaked material hits the ground. I’m rewarded with the view of his beautiful tattoos splayed across his rock-hard abs and chest.