Sinful Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #2) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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When she thrashes against the sheets, her body and head torn on how to respond, I give her no choice but to side with the devil on her shoulder. After flipping her over, I flatten my hand on her stomach and arch her up, bringing her dick-aching ass to within inches of my face.

I’m tempted as fuck to eat her ass—she loves when I’m nasty like that—but the wetness coating her thighs keeps my focus on her greedy cunt. I want her juices dripping down my balls as badly as I want them hanging off my chin.

I am on the edge of glory, but I won’t claim victory until Anastasia’s needs are fully taken care of, so I enter her again from behind this time, filling her like I’m sure no other man has.

I don’t hold back this time around. I thrust in hard and fast, driving into her with so much force, she splinters only minutes later. Her moans and the frantic squeezes of her pussy push me over the edge. While grunting her name, I fully hilt her before releasing deep inside her.

We’re so fucking spent by the time my cock stops jolting, Ana’s knees slip out from under her, and I collapse on top of her. It is a sticky, gooey mess I’d happily stay in for eternity if my gut wasn’t growling like it is possessed. I’m fucking starving, and no amount of feasting on Ana’s body will subdue my hunger pangs, so we can’t stay twisted in a heap for too much longer.

“Come on. Let’s get you showered and cleaned up before reintroducing you to the Bobrov man.” I doubt any of them have forgotten who she is. She was known as the untouchable when the Bobrovs were attempting to place footholds in the US market. If you even looked at her in the wrong manner, you were a sitting duck.

I want to make sure everyone from Russia to Australia knows that’s still the case.

As I slip off the bed, I place a trail of kisses down Ana’s spine before stopping to sink my teeth into her ass. She whimpers as if she is in pain when I dig my teeth in hard enough to mark, but I know it is all for show. The lusty gleam she flashes me over her shoulder tells me she loves wearing my marks, much less her moan when I tug at her tattoo before freeing it from my maul.

“Always so fucking greedy,” I murmur against her heated skin when she arches toward me instead of away from me. “How about we see how many more whimpers we can force out in the shower?”

Stealing her chance to deny me, I scoop her into my arms, then walk her into the bathroom, my lips never leaving her neck.

16

ALEK

An hour later, I sneak out of the bathroom to answer the door when someone pounds on it with enough force to buckle the hinges.

Ghost appears amused by my drenched head and barely covered body, but his focus shifts from my dilated eyes to my face when more than Ana’s juices dribble over my lips. “What the fuck is going on with you?” He plonks his shoulder onto the doorjamb like it is natural for him to track me down instead of the other way around before dropping his eyes to my lips. “Anyone would think your nose was caving in from snorting the good stuff too much with the mess you’ve got going on underneath it.”

I drag my hand under my nose, cussing when a trail of blood smears across the back of my hand. Incapable of blaming an insatiable appetite for my fuck-up, I run with another excuse. “I had a couple of issues I had to take care of last night.”

“I heard.” He folds his arms in front of his chest before angling his head to hide the scars on the right side of his face. “Why didn’t you reach out?”

“You have enough shit going on. You don’t need to deal with my crap.” Sparks of the cocky fuck I am shine bright when I mutter, “I also had a handle on it.”

“I’ve heard that too.” He waits for my curiosity to get the best of me before asking, “But you must be a little unsure if you’re bringing her here.” His eyes flick to the bathroom for the quickest second before they return to me. “She’s Kirill’s top pick.”

“Nah,” I deny, shaking my head. “Because she ain’t interested in you.”

We’ve been running many theories over the past couple of months, and they all point in one direction. Every one of Kirill’s Virgin Marys over the past two years have been Katie doppelgangers—red hair, fair, untouched skin, and sweltering assets. They just lacked Katie’s gall, meaning they didn’t last any longer than Ghost’s interest in them.


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