Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Not that anyone or anything could keep me away from Claudia.
The only thing that could come close was death itself, and I was so obsessed with her that I wasn’t even convinced I wouldn’t come back from the damn grave to make her mine.
I shifted on my seat, trying to ease the heavy ache in my balls and cock. It was no use, not with Claudia sitting right across from me and looking like every guy’s fucking fantasy.
With that thought in mind, I glanced around the small patio, grinding my molars when I saw a bastard looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
I should pluck those right the fuck out of his head, just pop his eyeballs out with the butter knife beside my hand and serve it as an appetizer to the woman sitting across from him.
“Dmitry.” Claudia’s soft voice immediately drew my attention back to her. Strange how such a tiny little thing held so much power over me.
“Mmm, the way you say my name, all breathless like that, makes me wonder if you’d sound like that when I finally push into your little pussy.”
Her mouth dropped open before she promptly shut it and looked away, clearly embarrassed.
It was cute as fuck.
I was sexually frustrated and tired of jerking off. And the object of my obsession and fantasies was sitting right across from me.
She didn’t speak and neither did I. I could have stared at her without uttering a word and I would have died happily.
I ran a hand over my mouth and breathed out. I was fucked where this woman was concerned, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Finally she blinked a few times as if trying to clear her mind. Her cheeks were the prettiest fucking shade of pink, and I ran my tongue across my teeth, wanting to taste her again… wanting to taste every part of her.
I would, without a doubt. Hell, I wanted to clear this fucking bistro table, lay her out flat, and suck out her pussy like it was my last meal.
“Why are you here? How did you even find me?” Although she asked it like a question, I didn’t bother answering.
She knew I’d known exactly where she was. She’d been waiting for me.
At my silence she reached down into the bag by her feet and pulled out the box tied back up with the purple bow. Claudia slid it across the table until it sat between us.
“Why did you give me this?” Her voice was soft, timid as she glanced at the box.
“You ask questions when you already know the answers.”
She licked her lips and nodded, and I was transfixed at the sight of her plump, pink mouth.
“Chto ty podumala, yesli uznala, chto ya porezal Fredo ot pupka do gorla za to, chto on posmel tebya oskorbit?” What would you think if you knew I strung up Fredo and opened him up from navel to throat for daring to insult you?
Her eyes looked so blue, the sun catching the color and making them almost glow. God, she was fucking incredible, so gorgeous it was painful.
“Chto by ty pochuvstvoval, yesli by ya skazal tebe, chto budu delat' eto kazhdy den do kontsa svoyey zhizni, chtoby ubedit'sya, chto ublyudok znayet, chto proizoydet, yesli on trakhnetsya s tem, chto prinadlezhit mne?”
“English,” she whispered.
I didn’t answer right away, just stared at her, knowing I was making her feel unsteady. It turned me on watching her squirm.
“How would you feel if I told you I’d do that every day for the rest of my life to make sure every bastard knows what would happen if they fuck with what’s mine?” I inhaled, feeling my nostrils flair and my anger rise at the very thought of another Fredo prick getting close to my girl. “Because you are mine, Claudia. You’ve been mine for the last two years.”
She slowly shook her head, but I knew she wasn’t denying it. She was confused. A little frightened. But she knew in her soul what I said was the truth.
“He touched you, so I killed him. And I’ll do that to anyone who fucks with you. It’s as simple as that.”
“This is all happening so fast.”
I was the one to slowly shake my head now. “It’s been twenty-four fucking months since I knew I’d never let you go, that I’d tie you to me any way I could.” I reached across the table and grabbed her hand, stroking my finger along her pulse point just like I had yesterday. Her pulse beat frantically under my touch.
When I said I’d tie her to me in any way I could, I wasn’t exaggerating. But she didn’t need to know I’d been thinking about how far I’d go. No need to scare my pretty girl so soon into our relationship.