Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“You sure are smiling a lot more,” Pops says. I hear him even though he tried to say it low enough for only Zuko to hear.
“That’s what she does to me,” Zuko replies.
“Do you plan to quit as well?” Pops asks.
“You know this is my life. And she is part of it now. But if she asked me to leave, I would. But don’t stress over it. She accepts me.”
“Good…good,” Pops replies, but I can hear the uncertainty in his voice.
The door opens, and Kenzo enters. Zuko moves over to talk to him, and Pops turns to face me.
“You do know what you’re in for, right?” he asks, low enough that Zuko can’t hear.
“And what’s that?”
“Zuko is a cold-blooded killer. He is the best at what he does. I’ve never seen anyone like him in my life. He is so good that I dropped every other person I was training and working with to have him to myself,” he confesses. “His brothers are just as spectacular.”
“Do you see me as a threat?” I question.
“I see you as his, and that’s as far as I want to see you, to be honest. I don’t want a problem with you, Alaska. I will respect his wishes to be with you, and leave you alone, because I respect him. But if you fuck him over—”
“You’ll what?” Zuko says, coming up behind him.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” Pops says, turning around and nodding to Kenzo.
“It’s fine. Pops and I have an understanding. We’re all good,” I assure Zuko, taking his hand and lacing our fingers together. He squeezes mine, knowing that I’m simply letting this all be. I don’t want to ruin what they call ‘family.’ That’s the last thing I want to do.
“Good, now let’s cook. Barbecue time,” Kyson says, coming through the door.
When did he arrive? All eyes turn to him. He smiles at everyone and flips me off, so I flip him off in return.
“I can still find you a date,” I offer.
“Fuck off,” he grumbles, and I can’t help but laugh.
Everyone starts making their way outside, but Zuko holds me back and turns me around so I’m facing him.
“Do you love me?” he asks.
“Do you want the truth?” He sucks in a breath and nods once. “Yes. Head-over-heels, would-let-you-strangle-me-again kind of love. But definitely not fuck-me-with-a-knife love.”
Someone coughs behind me and laughs, so I flip my finger back to him, knowing it’s Kyson. “Damn, brother.”
Zuko pays him no attention, keeping his eyes on me.
“So, I can move in?” he asks.
“You told me you already were,” I remind him.
“Yeah, I was going to regardless.” I wrap my arms around his back and hold him to me. “For someone who hates touch, you sure do crave mine.”
I lean up and whisper, “About as much as I crave your cock.” He picks me up, and my legs instantly wrap around his waist like they are jigsaw pieces that have found their home around his body.
“We can always fix that craving,” he says as he carries me to the bathroom and then has his way with me.
Best sex.
Every time with him.
I’m completely consumed by him.
The bad.
The good.
But most of all the evil.
Epilogue
Alaska
“I…” I can’t even finish my thought as Zuko stalks toward me.
It’s been a few months since we started living together. And to say it’s been going well would be an understatement.
It’s been amazing.
When I can’t sleep, he is there to help calm me.
When I need him for anything, he is always there.
I couldn’t have asked for a better man to be my person if I tried.
And that’s saying a lot considering how determined I was to stay single.
“Why are you naked?” I ask.
“My clothes were covered in blood,” he replies casually.
“But you showered,” I point out.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy seeing him naked—it’s always an incredibly delicious sight. But Louise is about to come over as she wants to share some news with me that she, for some reason, couldn’t tell me over the phone.
“Does my cock offend you?” he jokes, thrusting his hips and making me laugh as it bobs up and down.
“No, it usually pleases me very much,” I state, smiling.
“Usually?” he questions, his eyes turning to slits as he frowns.
“Yes, usually. Sometimes when I see it, it’s in the shower, so then it clearly isn’t pleasing me because it’s not touching me.”
“You look real good in that dress,” he croons, coming closer and gripping my hips. I fall into his embrace and feel him harden further.
“I wore it to work.”
“Hmm… I wonder what it would look like if…” He spins me and grabs my hair, pushing me facedown, so my ass is in his crotch, and I’m bent over with my head down near my knees. A knock sounds on the door as he pulls at my hair, but he doesn’t let me back up. “I reckon I can make you come while she knocks on that door.” He pushes harder into me, and I yelp in pleasure.