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)
He coughs, and I freeze.
“I’m not dead, firefly, only wounded. My ego more than anything. You had to save me, and that’s not how I saw this going down.”
Looking down at him, I see a small smirk on his face.
“You’re alive.” I reach forward, pulling him into my arms.
He groans. “Easy there. I was shot.”
“Oh my God.” I drop my hands away from his body, and he winces again. “Someone come here!”
A few of Gideon’s guys come in and haul him to his feet. “We need to get that looked at, boss.”
“I’m fine. Take me home.”
“We need to take you to the hospital,” I argue.
He stops moving and studies me before motioning around. “Look around. How am I supposed to explain how I got shot?”
I bite my lip, and he leans up to kiss me. He groans in pain. The sound of his agony makes me cry. “Call Harris,” he says to his men. Then he turns to me, a cocky smile forming. “Oh, and firefly?”
“Yes?”
“I love you, too.”
57
SASHA
“Why are you so antsy?” Gideon’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. I follow his line of sight and see that he’s looking at my leg. It’s bouncing up and down.
“I’m nervous,” I admit on a sigh.
His eyebrow lifts in question. “Why?”
I don’t know how to explain the ball of nerves that has taken root in my stomach. “Well, I don’t know. It’s just…” Biting down on my lower lip, I shrug.
“Firefly. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Easy for you to say. This is my first time in the Cayman Islands. And it’s certainly my first time at a shady bank to retrieve shady Russian mob money.”
It’s been two weeks since my uncle took me hostage.
Two weeks since I killed him.
After everything went down, Gideon took me home and was there for me. Tended to my every need. Forced me to eat when I struggled to get out of bed. Bathed me on more than one occasion.
The stain on my soul might never go away from the violence I’ve seen.
Been a part of.
With Gideon’s help holding the burden, I get lighter every day.
Flying to the Cayman Islands was put off until I was ready, but even after the time that has passed, I’m still not prepared to face this alone.
“Well, when you put it that way.” His hands reach across the space and takes mine in his. “What can I do?”
My head shakes back and forth as I continue to grapple with a lack of words. The bouncing and fidgeting get worse, and Gideon narrows his eyes on my leg.
“I just can’t sit still.”
He offers a small smile that works to calm me some. “Well, that I can help you with.”
I twist my body to face him. “Yeah, what can you do, big guy?”
He chokes on a chuckle. “Big guy?”
I stick out my tongue like a child. “Since today.”
He grins, shaking his head. “I think we can do better.” Gideon stands and reaches his hand out toward me. “Stand up.”
“Gideon,” I warn, not even sure what I’m warning against.
He raises a finger at me, but I don’t miss the way his lip twists up into a smirk. “No questions.”
“Gideon—”
“Nope.” He starts pulling me off the chair.
“Where are we going?”
“To the bathroom.”
I stop short, trying to determine what he could possibly get us up to in the bathroom. The possibilities are endless with this man.
“But we have a meeting in a few minutes.”
“And they will wait.” He chuckles darkly, his eyes glittering with cruel amusement. “You’re mine, firefly. You’re mine to do with as I please.”
My core tightens, and my belly burns with need.
He leads us away from his men and toward the direction I have to assume is where the bathroom is.
I don’t bother with objections because I can’t deny that I love it when Gideon takes charge. Especially when he uses my body. He makes me feel alive when I’m with him, and by the look on his face and the gleam in his eye, that’s exactly what he plans to do.
It’s not even a second later that he’s throwing open the door to the bathroom and pushing me up against the sink. “I’m going to fuck you now, firefly,” he growls.
I moan in response, wanting everything he’s offering.
His hand lifts the material of my dress, and without warning, my underwear is ripped off me.
I can barely catch my breath before he’s thrusting deep inside me. He’s a man possessed, and I’m reaping the rewards of it. With every drive of his hips, more moaning and mewling escapes my lips. This is euphoria.
“Your pussy was meant for my cock.” His deep timbre washes over me, and goose bumps rise all over my skin. I’m addicted to him.
He grabs my hair, pulling back my head to capture my lips with his. Each second that passes, he fucks me harder, the sound of our bodies joining the only noise in the room.