Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Guess you were wrong.”
He grunts and stretches his arm. “Things are going to get ugly from here, baby. I might be working a lot.”
“Are you crazy? You’re hurt.”
“I don’t have the luxury of time.” He breathes in my smell and nuzzles against my neck. “Fuck, I like that you’re here. I love how worried you are.”
“You like that?” I push him back and he flinches. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“I’m just saying, I thought you hated me.”
“That hasn’t changed.”
“I don’t know.” He looks amused. “You seem like you care.”
I extract myself from his lap. He’s right, and that bothers me for some reason. I don’t like how quickly I went running to him and how scared I felt. Now that it’s clear he’s not going to die or lose a limb or something, it’s like I’m sobering up.
Arsen’s a dangerous man with a violent job. I don’t know if I can spend my life wondering whether he’s alive or dead every time he leaves the house. I’m not sure if I can handle that level of stress.
“You’re the father of my child. I was just afraid I was going to be a single mom.”
“You’ll be taken care of no matter what, baby, don’t worry. I already set my will.”
“Are you serious?”
“Everything will be yours if I end up dead.” His smile is haunted and sad. He raises a glass of something brown to me as if in a toast. “I have enough that you’ll never have to worry. So cheer up. I’m worth more to you in the ground than I am sitting right here.”
I take a deep breath through my nose. Anger flares in my chest. This fucking maudlin little bastard. “Come on. Stop drinking. You need to start healing.”
His eyebrows raise. “Sorry? What now?”
“Put the alcohol down. You’re coming to bed.”
“I have people I need to speak with.”
“You can deal with them in the morning.” I take his hand and tug. “On your feet, patron.”
He licks his lips and climbs up. When I try to pull him behind me, he yanks me back against him. One hand palms my ass and squeezes. “I am not your patron. I’m your husband. Do you understand?”
My heart flutters. “Whatever you say, so long as you come to bed and stop whining.”
“I don’t whine.”
“All I hear is a high-pitched moan coming from your face.”
“God, woman, you never stop.”
“Get in bed and I’ll shut up.”
“You’re right. I know how to fill your mouth when we’re under the sheets together.”
I pat his chest dangerously close to the stitches. “Nothing’s getting into my mouth tonight, big guy. Put a shirt on and let’s go.”
He grumbles, but he doesn’t fight. In the hall, he speaks softly with Tigran and the other man. They both shoot me a look, Tigran with amusement and the other man with curiosity, but they leave with murmured goodnights.
“Who was that with your bother?”
“Uncle Narek. He’s an important member of my family.”
“You should introduce me.”
“You’re right. Next time, I will.” He gives me a curious frown. “Actually, I should introduce you to everyone. You’re my wife now.”
“For better or worse,” I mutter.
He slaps my ass. “I heard that.”
“You were supposed to.”
Chapter 22
Arsen
I’m awake with the dawn like always. I silence my alarm before it can go off and disturb my wife. My shoulder aches, but not as bad as I expected. Dr. Sawyer’s one of the best in the business when it comes to cleaning up after careless mafia soldiers. Expensive, but worth it.
I use the bathroom and splash water in my face. I keep seeing Aunt Sona with that murderous look in her eye. The knife flashing. She would’ve sliced my throat open then and there. That’s how far things have degraded. That’s how far we’ve fallen.
“Come back to bed.”
I look over, surprised. Lena never gets up this early. She’s standing in the doorway in one of my big t-shirts, nothing underneath, sleepy and fucking beautiful. God, she’s so fucking pretty. Her red hair’s curly and messy and she’s got a little drool stain on the corner of her mouth. She’s fucking gorgeous when she’s a mess.
“Can’t. I have work.”
“Not a request.” She walks over, sleepily padding along, and drags my arm. “Bed now.”
“Baby—”
She pulls me back under the sheets and tugs off my briefs. I grunt in surprise as she takes my soft cock and licks it, her warm tongue rolling in circles. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I like it. She makes these greedy, wet noises as I get hard in her mouth, and she moans as she sucks me. I growl and grab her, dragging her around with my dick still in her throat until her thighs are on either side of my head. I shove the big shirt up and latch my mouth onto her wet pussy. I eat her like a savage as spit rolls down my shaft. She makes slurping, sucking sounds, gagging and choking as I tongue her pussy deep.