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)
Matvei’s bullets traveled over two miles that afternoon, meaning they were not fired on Henry’s turf, so he had no reason to retaliate.
And let’s not forget Ana’s gall. You can’t prove a death without a body—just like you can’t deny a murder with one.
Yev hasn’t been the same since the day he fell to his knees at his brother’s side, but Feodor was honored as the hero he was, and his legacy will live on in the son he didn’t know existed when he mistook Kirill’s reputation as righteous.
Kirill didn’t rule like Maksim, and Ghost won’t rule like Kirill.
Katie’s embarkment tonight will ensure that.
After the quickest ruffle of my daughter’s dead-straight hair, I spin around to face Ana. My dick hardens in an instant when I rake my eyes down her body. She’s wearing a teeny tiny little nightgown that’s made of sheer material which can’t hide her fit body, her hair is wet and hanging halfway down her back, and the only bit of makeup she is wearing is the lipstick she forever leaves circling the base of my cock when she sucks me off.
Now Kira’s early bedtime makes sense.
It’s time for Daddy to have some alone time with Mommy, and I won’t even need to dodge a hundred and one grenades to achieve that.
Fighting isn’t our foreplay anymore.
Ana’s body is.
With her shoulder propped against the doorjamb of the bathroom that separates our room from Kira’s like she isn’t preparing to flee, Ana summons me to her with a crook of her finger. Her gleam is as hungry as the rake of her teeth over her bottom lip, but it has nothing on the appetite that surges through me when my eyes eventually reach her feet.
She’s wearing running shoes.
With the rebuild of the Bobrov name slow, we have more empty cabins than full, meaning she has the pick of any room in this corridor to run to. She won’t go far. For one, I’ll catch her before she gets five feet away from me—I’m too impatient to have her writhing beneath me for more—and two, she never veers far from Kira’s side. Even with Vera stepping into the role of doting grandma, Ana is always within earshot of Kira.
“I could have sworn I gave you dick before I left?” As my eyes drink in her budded nipples pressed up against the lacy cups of her nightie, I mutter, “Yet here you are, acting as if you haven’t had any in a week. So fucking greedy.”
Sparks of rebellion flare through her eyes when she slants her head and arches a brow. “You gave me dick…” my lips curve when she adds with a lusty purr, “… which was fabulous, by the way.” She waits until the ridge in my pants can’t be missed. “But if I recall correctly, you mentioned something about dessert before you left me high and dry to gallivant across a touristy destination with the rest of the oldies?”
“Oldies? Ouch.” I’d be hurt if I couldn’t smell how badly she wants me. I haven’t even touched her, yet she’s dripping for me. The damp marks on her sheer panties display this clearly, let alone her glistening folds. “Then I guess I should trim your head start by a couple of seconds since I’m so old.” Her eyes bulge when I mutter, “Three…”
Excitement beams out of her, but she won’t make me anywhere near as hard as she does if she doesn’t give me some sass. “Three? You can’t start at three. I’ll barely make it to the door.”
“Then you better run real fucking fast…” Electricity cracks between us when I mutter, “Two.”
The T scarcely leaves my mouth when Ana spins on her heels and races into the main part of our bedroom.
It is the fight of my life not to immediately take off after her, but I wait until I’m out of Kira’s room and have partially closed her door before murmuring, “One. Ready or not, here I come.”
I only make it halfway into the bathroom when something on the vanity sink stops me in my tracks. There is a pregnancy test sitting upside down on the edge. It is out of its packet, and the cap is loosely placed back over the part women pee on.
Memories of the euphoria that pumped through me when I finally understood Ana’s request for me to search my pockets the night she got ‘engaged’ to Ghost blisters through me when I gingerly pick up the test and turn it over.
Two lines.
Two. Bright. Fucking. Lines!
Fuck yes!
My eyes snap to Ana when she murmurs, “Congratulations, Daddy.” Her purr is a mixture of the one she uses when falling into ecstasy and when she’s riling me to force a response. “It seems as if your juice can still get the job done. You’re not shooting dust as believed.”