Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“You belong to me. Say it,” he demands between harsh breaths.
“I belong to you.” I moan, the pleasure making my body shudder.
“Good girl,” he praises, slipping a hand between us to rub at my clit as he keeps pounding into me relentlessly. “You were made for this—for me—weren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper in response.
His thrusts and the rubbing of his fingers become too much, and I can feel the explosive orgasm rushing toward the surface. A few more strokes and my head falls back as I crash. Wave after wave of my orgasm tumbles over me.
It’s not long before Gideon jerks inside me, holding me closer as he milks his own release.
It takes us both a minute to catch our breaths. Our bodies are locked together while we work to get our racing hearts to slow. These stolen moments with him will never get old.
Eventually, he slips from my body and places a kiss on the top of my head.
“Still nervous?” he says into my hair.
“No.” I giggle, thinking about all the ways he helped me get over that.
His fingers.
His lips.
His cock.
“Good. My job here is done.”
He steps away, pulling his pants into place.
“You are such a Neanderthal.”
“And you love it.” He grins.
I do.
I love everything about this man. Including the fact that he made it his mission to ensure that every member of the Russian organization that was trying to kill me was dead. Then, he found out everything he needed to know about the account Roman set up.
All for me.
After all that was done, we flew on his jet to the Cayman Islands to retrieve the cash.
I don’t want it. In my mind, the money is tainted. It’s blood money. But after some guidance from Gideon, I’ve decided to retrieve what was my brother’s only legacy. He assured me it’s what Roman would have wanted. It’s the reason he died.
“Let’s go. We’re late,” he says over his shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Well, if you didn’t run me off to the bathroom…”
“I don’t regret it. Come on.”
We round a corner and head toward an older gentleman who is waiting for us in the doorway to his office.
“Hello, Ms. Lennox. Welcome to the Cayman Islands.” His smile is genuine, and I can’t help but return it.
“Thank you.”
He nods. “I have a few papers for you to sign. If you could please follow me.”
He turns on his heel and leads Gideon and me into his office, where we start the process of signing so many documents, I feel like my hand is going to fall off.
It takes a good twenty minutes before the account is officially mine.
“You’re a wealthy woman,” the gray-haired man says.
Gideon snorts. “Twenty-eight million dollars isn’t worth the headache we went through.”
My heart rattles in my chest. The memory of that warehouse. Of Gideon being shot.
Killing my uncle.
I shiver at the nightmare replaying in my head and do my best to stuff it down like I’ve been working to do.
I hate that my brother did this, and I wish I knew all his reasons for it. More than anything, I wish I answered the phone call the day he died.
I still wonder if that’s what he was calling to tell me. I guess I’ll never know.
I’ll never have closure.
As if the banker is reading my mind, he hands me an envelope.
I narrow my eyes at it, but then I see the familiar handwriting scrawled across the envelope, and my eyes fill with tears.
“Your brother asked me to give you this if you ever found your way here.” He stands from the chair he’s been sitting on. “I’ll give you a minute.”
I nod and look over at Gideon.
His face is serious. Almost like stone. He watches my every move. Always my protector.
“Maybe I should read it first,” he says gruffly. When I don’t respond, he asks, “Will you be all right? If not, I don’t want you reading that.”
I blow out a harsh breath. “I’ve been struggling with the not knowing, Gideon. If this letter can provide any closure, I want that.”
He takes a deep breath and nods once. I tear open the white envelope and read the last words from my brother.
Dear Sasha,
I know this all must be confusing, and if you found this, I’m most likely dead. I’m so sorry. There is so much I want to tell you, so much I should have told you. After Mom and Dad died, I wanted nothing more than to be the brother you needed. But it was hard, and I wasn’t prepared.
That’s when I saw Dima.
I knew right away who he was. Mom and Dad never told you about who Dad’s family was. Probably to protect you. But Dad told me. At first, I didn’t know if he had any hand in their death, but I heard Dima say he killed his brother and wife. He confirmed it, and I knew what I had to do. I started to work for him, skimming money and putting it aside for you. Unfortunately, the demons found me, and I ended up being the monster you needed to hide from. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough. Everything I did, I did for our family. I love you, Sasha.