Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
That word was the exact one that forced Alek to finally give in to the tension burning between us. He’d been a gentleman for months, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Telling him I’d go find another ‘Daddy’ was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He took me hard and fast over the couch my father slept on weeks ago while announcing with a heap of explicit words that I’d never have another ‘Daddy.’
He took care of my every whim from that night onward.
It was my inability to remember the promises he made that broke us.
I won’t make the same mistake twice.
I’m so spent by the time I come down from my umpteenth orgasm this week, I collapse onto Alek’s chest to breathe out the shivers wracking through me while he continues thrusting, forever chasing the next release.
Then we’re interrupted by a stern rap on the door.
22
ALEK
Ana’s eyes snap to mine when someone knocks on Ghost’s door for the second time. I don’t recall locking it, but when our interrupter’s impatience gets the better of them, it is clear someone did because the handle lowers, but it doesn’t open.
It was foolish to bring my excitement into Ghost’s office, but after following Ana around the impromptu party Kirill shouldn’t have preempted, I couldn’t wait a second longer. Knowing she’s knocked up with my kid but unable to express my excitement was the best fucking game of chase we’ve ever endured.
I’ve had condoms in my wallet since I learned of Anastasia’s return to Kronstadt with no intention of using them. If I was ever given the opportunity to knock her up again, I would not turn it down for anyone. They were put there purely in case Ana had other plans.
As much as I love to push and force Ana out of her comfort zone as often as possible, I’d never do anything to her she doesn’t want me to do.
She didn’t request protection because as badly as me, she wants to pretend the last four years never happened.
The past month has made it seem as if it didn’t. We’ve matured and gotten a little wiser, and since we’re slowly learning we don’t need to fight to have unbelievable sex, we’ve barely had a bad word to say about each other.
Well, except the ones she wants to hear when I’m fucking her without control.
Just recalling how wet she got when I called her every dirty name I could think of has me wanting to sink into her for round two, but the fucker interrupting us won’t give me the chance. They’re coming in no matter what. The creak of a key being pushed into a lock promises that.
I stare at Ana like she is insane when she walks to the side of the room and opens a hidden door. I knew Ghost planted many different access points around the compound over the past year, especially in any rooms associated with Sofia and Lera, but I had no clue he had a secret room attached to his office.
“Fuck no,” I murmur with a shake of my head when Anastasia suggests I hide like a coward.
For a woman with way too much strength for her tiny stature and weight, she shoves me into the room, squashes her finger to my lips, then nudges her head to a bed I only notice once my eyes adjust to the darkness. Lera is sleeping in a pink princess bed stuffed in the corner of the large room. She is cuddling a bunny, completely oblivious to the ruckus that was occurring next door.
I wouldn’t have gone so hard if I knew she was sleeping close by. Although she sometimes reminds me of what I lost, I have a soft spot for Lera. She’s fought to live from the moment she was ripped from her mother’s womb—the same as Anastasia.
“I have to go out there,” Ana whispers when I try to stop her. “They could have heard us. We weren’t exactly quiet.”
Before I can reply, she squashes her lips to the edge of my mouth, then darts back into the main part of Ghost’s office. She makes it onto the couch with only a second to spare. It takes just as long for the person entering Ghost’s office with a key to come into view since I can only peer through a sliver in the concealed door, but when I spot him, my expression switches to murderous in under a second.
Kirill’s lips raise at one side as his nostrils flare. The scent in the air is undeniable. It smells like raunchy sex.
Although Ana is covered with the dress she wore at her ‘engagement’ party, I’d give anything to have a gun when Kirill drags his eyes down her body. He’s not stupid. He knows all the fragrance in the air didn’t solely come from Ana. The scent is as virile as it is feminine.