Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I hang up and look at my suit. Damn, this was one of my favorite suits too. It’s not like it’s the first one to get bloody, but because I’m certain Alek did it on purpose, it’s now sentimental to me.
The car sags with the weight of the body. Alek adjusts his gloves as he comes around from the trunk. He might not like touching people, but he doesn’t seem as concerned when they’re dead.
He pulls out a fresh pair of gloves, and I’m shocked as I watch him remove the bloody ones and exchange them. “Wow, I thought your hands would be hideous or something. Well-manicured nails.” I applaud.
“Do you ever shut up?” he growls as he throws me a sealed bag. When I peer into it, I notice a clean dress shirt and suit, and I sigh romantically.
“I didn’t think we were at the stage of sharing clothes yet. You do love me,” I gush jokingly, and he rolls his eyes as he slams the trunk shut.
This is why I enjoy my time with Alek. He’s always two seconds away from exploding, and it just so happens that I enjoy playing with danger.
CHAPTER 21
Alina
I’m waiting for him in the hotel lobby.
Call me crazy, but whatever this is between us needs to end. I’m certain the moment we have sex it’ll flush out this weird tension we seem to be forming. I’ve already decided I’ll be staying in Honey’s old apartment, so tonight might be the last chance to get it out of my system. It might be a mistake, but I’d made plenty of those in the past, so what’s one more? Isn’t that what life is meant for?
And besides, he still owes me something. If I can use my body to obtain it, so be it.
It’s late, and I’m not entirely sure if I want to know what he could be up to at this hour. One thing I’m certain of is that he’s always around. Wherever I am, he’ll be there.
With serendipitous timing, he walks in looking slightly more tired than I’ve seen him before. He stops when he sees me, and a slow and steady smirk finds its way to his lips. I don’t bother standing, instead waiting for him to come to a stop in front of me. He’s changed his suit since I saw him earlier, and there’s an electrical charge around us as he looks down at me.
“I could get used to being greeted like this,” he says with that single dimple forming.
I stay where I am, pinning him with what he would most likely call a “come fuck me” look. He steps closer, never having issue entering my personal space. It’s almost a challenge for him to see how close he can get to me. When the tip of his shoes meet my heels and his cock is at my eye level, I stand and smirk up at him.
“The bet,” I say.
“Yes, the bet,” he muses as he slowly grabs a lock of my hair that frames my face, even with the rest of it put up in a ponytail.
“You stick to our original agreement and give me the plane, and you can win our last bet. Without having to play again.”
“You want the plane?” he asks, seeming preoccupied and fascinated by my hair.
“Yes.”
It’s as if that snaps the last of his control, because he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the elevators.
“Done,” he grits out, and the moment we’re in the elevator, he doesn’t even wait for the doors to close before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall as he presses the button for his floor, and his lips crash into mine.
My brain immediately short circuits as all inhibition snaps, and I feather my fingers through his hair. My body is on fire as he presses against me. Fuck, I want this. Fuck, do I need this.
He pulls one of my legs over his hip, and I’m already grinding against him, the tease of his very hard cock pressing against his pants. I’m shamelessly using it as friction.
The doors open and, for the first time since we entered the elevator, I can breathe as he pulls away and drags me by the hand into his room, keeping a tight hold on me, as if I’ll run.
I may.
But he doesn’t need to know that.
I had a few glasses of wine earlier to hype myself up, not for the fact that I’m more than likely going to be sleeping with him but to follow through with it.
Because for all his charm, Will is dangerous. I know that, which is why I’ve tried to avoid this, even though it almost feels inevitable. And I hope he’ll be bored with me once he’s had his fix. And hopefully, that works for me, too.