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)
Everything I’ve ever wanted I have right now.
And I’m not going to let it go for anyone or anything.
“Fuck yes, драгоценный.”
I curl my hands around her thighs and spread her wide before eating her until the sun disappears, and the sketches she was referencing at the start of our exchange are stuck to her sweat-slicked skin.
24
ALEK
“These are really fucking good, Ana.” She chews on the side of her kiss-swollen lip as I continue drinking in the drawings she’s been doing the past month between helping Vera in the kitchen, taking care of Lera, and making sure medication isn’t the only thing keeping my blood levels stable. “So realistic.”
Drawing and cooking are two of her guilty pleasures.
They’re only trumped by one thing…
… sitting on my face.
“Have you ever considered selling them?” My voice is as husky as fuck, still strained from the grunts I release while fucking her to oblivion.
When Ana peers at me in surprise, it’s almost impossible to keep my focus on the task at hand. The sheet I wrapped her in when I mistook her shakes as her being cold is slipping, and the generous mounds of her breasts are once again becoming exposed to my ravishing eyes.
Somehow our fuck ended up on the floor, which bumped the coffee table Ana has been using as a sketch table. It exposes she doesn’t just do charcoal sketches of people. With a bit of shading, and a heap of talent, she can make anything look spectacular.
Even our daughter’s gravesite.
“You just can’t sell this one. It is going in my private collection.” I lift the drawing I referenced only moments ago before taking in all the details. Even the blades of grass are impeccably crafted. “I’ve heard being an artist can be a lonely industry, but at least you won’t have to worry about anyone stealing it out from beneath you.” She acts confused, but she can’t fool me. “They judged you because of your age. I let them because I was a jealous fuck for every minute you were away from me.”
My chuckles bounce around my room when she mutters, “Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you I faked a lot of illnesses just so I could stay home with you.”
Ana carefully removes the sketch from my hand and places it into the folder before straddling my lap. I groan as my cock throbs. She’s not wearing any panties, and I left my boxers where she dumped them minutes after sealing her mouth over mine.
Although I’d give anything to plunge into her tight, wet pussy, our conversation is long overdue, and she deserves to say her piece.
“We had a lot of issues with jealousy back then, and if I were being honest, I’d say I’m afraid it will still be an issue for us in the future, but I’m hopeful we’ll work through it how we always did.”
“With lots of sex.”
She slants her head and cocks a brow. “With communication.” Just like she couldn’t fool me earlier, she can’t this time either. Her thighs shudder when she grinds down softly. “And perhaps sex. It is how we communicate.” When she feels my huff more than she hears it, she asks, “What?”
“Yev said the same. That sex is how we communicate.”
She may as well stab my erection with a fork when she murmurs, “He is a smart man.”
“A fucking dead man—”
“Who’d never once step over the mark because he adores you as much as I do.” When my brows wrinkle, she says with a laugh. “Not like that. I’m reasonably sure he isn’t gay. You saw the way he was following Polina around like a lost puppy last month.”
“You’re not helping the kid stay alive.”
Her smile makes me hard in an instant, but it softens a smidge when she says, “He was there when I needed him. It’s not his fault Stace used him as a pawn. She laid it on thick, and made it seem as if it was more than it was.”
This is the conversation we need to have.
“That morning wasn’t as it seemed.”
“I know,” she assures, allowing me to breathe again. “I just hate that Stace got away with it for so long.” I feel her temperature rising where our bodies are joined. “And to fake a pregnancy. What was the point? She would have to know she’d eventually get busted. If not at the twenty-week scan any guy with half a brain would attend to authenticate her claim they knocked her up, she couldn’t stay fake pregnant forever. A birth would eventually have to be recorded.” My heart beats for an entirely different reason when she murmurs, “Do you think that’s why there was an ultrasound machine delivered this morning? Kirill doesn’t want to get blindsided again.”
“What?” My bewilderment is heard in my tone.
Ana inches back before dropping her eyes to mine. “Vera thought it was a new oven she ordered months ago. None of the ovens I’ve used have a monitor and an ultrasound wand.” She takes a moment to drink in my shock before continuing, “It was set up in the den before lunch. Dr. Marc tested it on Annika. She was shocked with what he found.”