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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A groan barely seeps from my lips, but Ana whips around so fast you’d think I had been stabbed. “What was that?”

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t lie to me, Alek.” She’s at my side quicker than I can click my fingers. “You groaned.” Her fingers trace my brow as her eyes count the flutters of the vein in my neck. “Do you have a headache? Blurry vision? Are you achy?”

She slaps me on the chest when I mutter, “Something is achy. It ain’t my fucking head. Well, actually…”

She smacks me again. “This isn’t funny. You heard what Dr. Roche said. One more bad seizure and you might not…” She swallows then tries again. “You’ll…” Her second attempt isn’t any better than the first, so she settles with facts she is slowly learning she doesn’t need to be ashamed to admit. “I can’t lose you.”

“I’m fine.” I tug her in close, loving that she’s so tiny, she tucks under my arm like it is her own personal nook carved into my body. “But I could go for a glass of water.”

“Water? I can get you water.” She pulls back then spins to face Ghost like her quick maneuver will have me missing the wetness in her eyes. She’s been a little more sooky the past couple of days—somewhat hormonal. “Did you want anything?”

Ghost’s brows furrow when he spots her ready to burst eyes, but like me, he acts ignorant. “I’m good.”

“All right. I’ll be right back.” Although there are bottles of water on the end table next to the sofa, she bolts for the door.

She clearly needs a minute.

My eyes sling from the door to Ghost when he mutters, “What the fuck is going on? The last time she asked if I wanted something to eat, when I said yes, she told me to grab her something while I was there.”

That gets me laughing, although it does nothing to alleviate my confusion. I am truly lost to her rollercoaster of emotions of late. I first blamed it on my blackout, but that was over four weeks ago, so it can’t still be playing havoc with her emotions.

She wasn’t even this uneased when I took her to visit our daughter’s gravesite at the monastery. It is Bobrov territory, but the nuns were there decades before Kirill, and they will remain decades after him. I also thought the angel ornaments scattered throughout the garden were fitting for our little angel’s final resting place. “She’s been out of sorts a couple of days now.”

I flinch like a soft cock when Ghost asks, “Has she bled this month?”

It only takes me a second to calculate a reply. I have my head buried between Ana’s legs at least two times a day, so I’d know if she was bleeding. “No, but that’s normal, right? She’s only been here a month.”

He leans forward until his elbows rest on his desk. “Not unless she was bleeding when you fucked her in your apartment for old times’ sake.”

“I didn’t take her there to fuck her.” I am a damn liar, and Ghost knows it. “But she wasn’t bleeding then either, nor at the tournament.” I’m curious but more anal about my privacy being invaded, so it fuels my next question. “How the fuck do you know I took Ana back to our apartment?”

“I asked Kliment to keep an eye on you when I heard she was back.” Since he was more looking out for me than causing mischief, I let it go. “The cameras you had installed during renos are old as fuck but still functioning.” When footsteps sound down the hall, I remember the reason I faked an incoming migraine. “Use this tonight. It will make it more believable.”

“What is it?”

Ghost doesn’t get the chance to open the box I toss at him. Anastasia has returned with empty hands and tear-free eyes. “I just remembered you have water on the side table. Silly me.” Her hands dart up to make sure her cheeks aren’t wet when Ghost and I stare. Once she is reassured they’re dry, she mutters, “What did I miss?”

“Nothing.” After flashing Ghost a quick grin, I ask Ana, “Do you wanna take a walk?”

A walk means does she want to fuck in any location I can get her, which in case you are wondering, is up to three times a day the past couple of weeks.

Ana’s worries disappear as she smiles a mammoth grin. “I thought you’d never ask,” she murmurs before she loops her arm around my elbow and races us to the closest dark nook.

20

ANASTASIA

My hand shakes when I pull out the box I stole from the pantry earlier today. I’m not sure if Alek releasing in me as he did two times today will alter the results, but I can’t hold back my curiosity for a moment later. I’m moodier than normal, my emotions are all over the shop, and although we have a lot of lost time to make up for, the last time my horniness was this rampant was the month I found out I was pregnant.


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