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)
“How do you know this was my father’s shirt?” she asked.
“You showed me pictures of him, and that was his favorite shirt, because your mother made it for him.”
She pressed her lips together, hating how emotional she felt.
“Excuse me,” she said, getting to her feet.
Roman didn’t make any move to stop her, and she quickly fled in the direction of the bathroom.
No one else was inside when she stepped through. Walking up to the sinks, she pressed her hands against the edge of the counter and took several deep breaths, in and out. She didn’t want to look into the mirror. Not yet.
Why did he have to remember the little details, the tiny, insignificant details that mattered to her?
“Insufferable man,” she said, not speaking to anyone but herself.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the sink and then slowly lifted her head to glance at her reflection. Her cheeks looked a little flushed. For some strange reason, she didn’t quite recognize herself. There was nothing different, not really, she was the same person. Then her gaze dropped down to the ring on her finger. She hadn’t removed the ring. She was still very much married to Roman.
Part of her wanted to throw the ring back in his face for the lies he’d given her, but another part wanted to stay married to him. She had fallen in love with him, which is what she felt was the most cruel.
The door to the bathroom opened and she turned to find Roman standing inside.
“This is the ladies’ room,” she said.
“I know.” He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He had done this so often in the past few months that it felt natural to just tilt her head back against his shoulder and accept comfort from him. Chloe didn’t have much fight in her today so she took what she could get.
“I don’t want you crying,” he said.
“I told you, I stopped crying a long time ago.”
“That is still unacceptable.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “You cannot allow yourself to not cry.”
She smirked. “Do you cry?”
Silence.
“Of course you don’t cry.” She turned in his arms. “Because you don’t believe in crying, but you want me to?”
“It’s different.”
“No, it’s not.” She looked up into his startling blue eyes. For a long time, she often imagined the ocean, peaceful, calm. This man was anything but. Being part of the Zaitsev Bratva, she knew they were now the eyes of a killer. He would have ended plenty of lives.
He cupped her face. “Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Thinking whatever it is you’re thinking about,” he said, tilting her head back.
“You can’t control my thoughts.”
He took possession of her lips, making her gasp. The moment she did, he plundered her lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss. Slowly, his hands slid down from her face, going to her neck, then down even further toward her ass. He didn’t stop there as he suddenly changed direction and went for her hips, lifting her up. His strength surprised her. He perched her on the edge of the counter, on the spot between the sinks.
Roman broke the kiss. “You don’t think I can control your thoughts.” She hadn’t even realized he’d been opening her shirt and was already halfway up.
Chloe knew she should stop him. But she just couldn’t.
He opened her shirt, and she noticed he was being careful with it. He dropped it onto the counter, but the bra didn’t get the same consideration. He tore that off her body, placing it in the pocket of his jacket.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Roman didn’t answer. He cupped her tits, pressing them together, and then his lips were doing all the work. He sucked on her nipples, dancing his tongue across each peak, sliding back and forth, and then nibbling on each mound. He wasn’t done there as he suddenly pulled her from the counter, bent her over it, and reached for the zipper of her jeans. Roman eased it down, pushing her jeans down her body.
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him no, but the truth was she was so aroused, and in that moment, she wanted to feel him.
He didn’t push the jeans off her body, only to her knees, and then he angled her hips. She heard his own zipper and then felt as he spread the lips of her sex. She whimpered as he pressed the tip of his cock into her pussy. His hands returned to her hips, and then he slammed every single inch of him inside her. From behind like this, he always felt so big, much bigger than she believed she could take.
Roman didn’t go easy, he fucked her hard and fast, driving into her over and over again. She had no choice but to hold onto the counter.