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)
I still feel powerful. I never thought I was the kind of woman that could please a man like Arsen, and yet he’s obsessed with me. It’s almost unhealthy, but I like it, so that works. He groans and shoves his dick into the back of my throat, and he comes in a thick spurt as I gag and struggle to swallow every drop. When he’s done, I pull back, gasping for air, a long line of spit and cum connecting my tongue and the head of his dick.
“Good girl,” he says and drags me to my feet. He kisses me, not caring about what’s still on my lips. “Good fucking girl.”
“You really know how to make a girl feel special,” I say, grinning like a maniac. He’s very good at the crazy thing, I’m finding out.
“That’s because you are special to me, Lena. You’re everything.”
“You’re just saying that because you like fucking my mouth.”
“I love fucking your mouth, but you’re much more than that.”
“Yeah? What am I then?”
“My wife. The future. The mother of my child.” He gently strokes my cheek. “The only woman that could possibly see my darkest horrors and end up trying to clean them away instead of trying to escape.”
I shrug a little, glowing with pride and trying not to let him see it.
“No big deal. It was just some cleaning solvent.”
He laughs and kisses me. We stay like that in the shower for a little while longer, and I’m not in a rush to go anywhere else.
Chapter 28
Lena
The townhouse is absolutely gorgeous. It’s in a prime spot in a gated neighborhood. The guard out front is a nice older man who waves me through. “I met your parents. Great people!”
There’s a rosebush out front, and the doorbell works. I don’t remember the last time my parents had a working anything, much less an actual doorbell.
Mom answers and looks surprised to see me. She’s got a red headwrap on and her usual loose outfit, and she only hesitates a second before grabbing me in a big, tight hug.
“You gained weight,” I say into her shoulder.
She slaps my back lightly. “It’s this housekeeper your husband hired. She cooks Russian food. Did you know that?”
“I have a feeling he did that on purpose.”
“Your father’s getting fat and lazy too. I have him walking laps around the neighborhood.”
“Mom, come on, give him a break.”
“Break? Him? That lazy bastard doesn’t need a break. He needs a job!” Mom steers me into the house.
“I’m retired!” Dad calls from the other room. “Don’t let her tell you any different!”
The townhouse is tastefully furnished. Some of the stuff I recognize from our old apartment, like the paintings and the family photographs, but most of the stuff is brand new. The kitchen is spacious and has gourmet appliances, and the living room’s got a huge flatscreen TV. Dad’s lounging on the couch, looking like he’s half asleep, even though it’s only two in the afternoon.
Mom bustles around, straightening things, basically acting like she can’t sit still. It’s actually nice to see—when she’s at her sickest, she can’t do very much, and it drives her inside. She’s the kind of person that needs to be busy all the time.
“So, tell me, how are things with Arsen?” Mom asks. She makes tea, and we sit at the table together while Dad snores on the couch. I don’t know where Vadim is, but I figure he’s either hiding in his room or working.
“It’s good, actually. He’s on his way over, but he got caught up in work.”
“I didn’t know he was letting you visit.”
“There are like ten armed guards outside right now.”
Her eyebrows raise. “No kidding? You’re not in that much danger, are you?”
“No, it’s not like that, don’t worry.”
She fusses over me and asks a bunch of questions. It feels good sitting with her in her kitchen. It took a lot of arguing and convincing and at least one more session of extremely sweaty sex before I wore Arsen down enough to let me visit here.
But it’s good. It’s so much better than I thought. Mom seems healthier than I’ve seen her in a while, and Dad’s actually relaxing for once in his life. They’re not stressed-out messes. The contrast between the way things were and how they are now is like night and day and only makes me realize how terrible our life was.
Until Arsen came along to change it.
“Well, aside from worrying about your brother, life is good,” Mom admits. “Arsen found me new doctors, and they’re trying different treatments, and those seem to be working. We don’t worry about money anymore, which is a nice change. I’ll be honest with you, when you first married him, I thought you were making a terrible mistake. But now? Seeing how happy you are? I don’t know, maybe it’s not so bad.”