Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I know. I know. Liliya’s dead because of Rustik. Now Corgan. That monster won’t stop until we make him. It’s just…” I trail off, not sure what to say. “If I hadn’t married you, would any of this happened? Corgan might still be alive.”
I value human life for its own sake. I can see Liam’s been jaded by his worldview, by his family and everything that comes along with growing up inside of a notorious and powerful criminal organization, but I’m not there yet. People still matter to me.
I’m not sure they matter to Liam.
“You didn’t do this,” he whispers. “Corgan understood the risks. This was Rustik’s decision.”
“It doesn’t matter. I still… I feel sick over it. I can’t stop thinking about him.”
“I like that,” he says, shifting closer.
“You like… what?” I stare at him. This man has to be crazier than I realized.
“I like that you care about Corgan. I’m surprised it’s affecting you so much, but I like it.”
“That’s so bizarre.” I rub the bridge of my nose.
“I find it attractive. You still want to save people.”
“You find it attractive that I have basic human emotions?”
“Yes,” he whispers. “Is that strange?”
“Uh, yeah, extremely.”
“You’re still soft. You’re unspoiled.”
“I really don’t like it when you compare me to old milk.”
“You know what I’m saying.” He shifts closer again. There’s not much room between us. I could move, but I don’t. Instead, I relish his heat, the warmth of him. Part of me wants him closer. “My experiences have left me hardened, but it’s nice to have something so… soft in my bed.”
“Now I have a feeling you’re not talking about emotions anymore.”
“I’m talking about my wife.” His hand brushes up my flank in the darkness, moving up the back of my hand, up my arm, toward my cheek. “You’re stressed.”
“Can you blame me?” I lean into his touch. “You’re right. I’m not used to this. When I married you, I was just…”
“Filled with righteous anger. You wanted revenge.”
“I still do.”
“Only reality is much harsher than you pictured.”
“A man’s dead, Liam. An innocent man.”
“Dead, yes. Innocent? I don’t know about that.” He moves closer. Now he’s pressed against me. “What can I do for you?”
“I don’t know.” I close my eyes, breathing fast. “I’m not sure there’s anything you can do.”
“I can do a lot of things, my wife. I am a man of many talents. I’m here in the darkness of our marriage bed, begging you to let me give you what you need. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I need…” I trail off, turning to look at him. “I don’t know what I need.”
“Let me help.” He leans forward, brushing his lips against my neck. Fuck, that’s so goddamn sexy. The strange pleading, his firm body covered only by a thin t-shirt. “Let me make you feel better.”
This can’t happen.
Sex with this man is only going to make everything more complicated.
But on a night like this when I feel like the world is on the edge of tipping over into something awful, I can’t help myself. He’s offering me an escape.
No, he’s offering something better, and I want to take him up on it.
I want him.
As terrible as he might be, and as painful as this entanglement might become, I want him.
“Kiss me,” I whisper into the darkness, knowing full well what’s going to happen next and inviting that sweet disaster to take me.
His lips taste like mint and whiskey. I drink him in as he presses me down into the bed, his hands roaming my body, over my breasts, between my legs. I’m whimpering into his mouth, his tongue lapping against mine, my back arching into his muscular chest. My top comes off as his lips find my nipples, sucking and licking them, biting down gently. They’re so stiff it feels like they might crack. My heart’s racing and heat’s pooling between my legs like wildfire.
“I meant it when I said I’d give you anything,” he whispers as he slowly takes off my shorts and my panties. Soon, I’m naked, and he’s in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs, barely holding back his stiff cock. “Whatever you asked me for, I’d give it to you.” He kisses me, grinding himself between my legs before moving down my body. He tastes me like he can’t help himself.
“What if I told you to stop? Would you stop?”
“Almost anything then.” His mouth lingers on my inner thigh as one finger rolls down my pussy, getting slick. “I can only give you what’s possible.”
“And you couldn’t possibly hold yourself back? I thought you had better self-control.”
“Oh, princess, you think I can control this? No, my sweet wife, when you look at me with those fuck-me eyes and you grind your gorgeous pussy against my body, there’s no way I can stop.”