Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You told me to handle it, I did. Chloe has her … uses.”
It had all been a setup. Roman coming into the bar. He wasn’t a normal businessman. He was a member of the Zaitsev Bratva. The ink on his body should have been an indication, but it wasn’t.
Chloe let out a scream as arms wrapped around her waist. After discovering the truth, she had tried to make a run for it. The guards at the main entrance had refused to let her pass. She had no choice but to attempt to sneak past the kitchen. That hadn’t worked.
There were several rooms at the hotel, so she snuck inside one, found a window that opened, and climbed out of it, attempting to run through the gardens to find an exit.
“Let me go!” She tried to pummel the hand that held her, but it was no use.
Chloe refused to give up. She released a scream, and again berated the thing that was holding her. It wasn’t Roman. She would recognize that touch anywhere. She was going to be sick.
She had given her virginity to Roman. There was not a part of her soul she hadn’t opened up to him.
A fresh wave of anger rushed over her as she attempted to attack the man that held her captive. This was insane. Could she not escape now?
She slapped the hands again, trying to wriggle free. There was no way this was easy for the guy. She wasn’t a light woman, hadn’t been for some time. Chloe wanted to scream because no matter how hard she tried, he refused to let go. Insufferable man.
Anger filled her.
They were back inside the hotel, and the next thing she knew, she was being dumped on the floor. She saw the bed out of the corner of her eye, and then the two feet—Roman’s two feet, in what appeared to be Italian leather, of course. Another little tidbit she should have paid attention to. Roman always had perfect-fitting suits. It was like the suit had been made for him, and from what she could see, this one had. Expensive.
Everything about him screamed money. She figured he was just a good small-time businessman, maybe was owed a few favors along the way. She had no idea the extent of those favors.
None of it was true. He wasn’t owed any favors. Fear helped him get what he wanted.
“Chloe, trying to run… I didn’t think you were the kind of woman to flee a problem,” Roman said.
She clenched her hands into fists. How dare he? Finally, after several seconds passed, she lifted her head and glared at him.
“And I didn’t expect you to lie to get your way.”
He crouched down, his feet lifting, and he reached out, cupping her chin. She jerked back, but he grabbed her once again, this time tighter than before. There was no way for her to get him to leave her alone.
“I know you’re upset, but you and I both know you love it when I touch you.”
Heat filled her cheeks, and a certain hatred flooded her heart.
She was swift, shoving him hard against the chest, and he was unprepared for her attack. She straddled his waist. Chloe couldn’t do anything but press down on his shoulders. She was no match for him in strength. She didn’t even come close. The only reason she had gotten the upper hand was she’d taken him by surprise, and Roman was letting her.
“That was uncalled for. The only reason I ever let you touch me is because I thought you were someone else. You lied to me, and for what? You were supposed to kill me.”
She gasped because suddenly she was the one on the floor. Roman slid his thighs between her legs, and she realized how vulnerable she was, open like this. He could take what he wanted.
He tutted.
“Why would I kill you, Chloe? When I know I can have a whole lot more fun with you.” He pressed his lips against her neck and she hated the gasp that escaped.
She didn’t know what it was about this man, but he seemed to set her whole body on fire. There was no way for her to control it. She felt completely owned by him.
His teeth nibbled on her pulse, and his tongue slid back and forth, then suddenly, he moved down.
The wedding dress she wore didn’t have any straps, and her breasts were held up and confined by a tight corset built within the dress. Roman’s lips teased across the top of her dress, hinting at what he could do to her.
Her traitorous body was already on fire.
Chloe wanted to deny him.
She wanted to hate him.
In fact, she did hate him, but it didn’t stop her from loving him as well.
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Roman Sidorov was not known for doing things the easy way. In fact, he was used to doing things the very hard way. He had no problem getting his hands dirty when the occasion called for it.