Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He’s breathing hard and his jaw is tightly clenched, his sharp cheekbones spotted with color as he raises his hand to look at it. His fingers are colored red—the same fingers that were just inside me. Red with my blood, I realize with growing alarm as he drops his hand and meets my gaze, his eyes coal-black and filled with terrifying possessiveness. “Fucking mine,” he breathes roughly. “All mine.”
And before I can respond, he’s kissing me again. Kissing me and lifting me up the wall by hooking his hands under my thighs and opening them wide. His suit pants rub against my bare inner thighs as he presses his lower body against mine, and something big, smooth, and hard prods between my folds, pushing a few millimeters into my sore, swollen opening. His cock, I realize with a jolt. It’s way too big, much bigger than his fingers, but pinned against the wall as I am, there’s nothing I can do to stop the penetration, to slow it down. Panic surges through me, along with the full understanding of what’s happening, and I manage to turn my head, tearing my lips away from his devouring kiss as I push on his shoulders. “Alexei, please.” My voice shakes. “Please, st—”
With a squeak of hinges, the door opens, and Alexei stiffens as Vankov steps into the room. Assessing the situation in a flash, my bodyguard draws his gun with lightning speed and points it at Alexei.
“Step back from Alina Vladimirovna. Now!”
A low growl of frustration vibrates in Alexei’s chest, and murder glitters in his eyes as he returns his gaze to my face, not moving an inch. “Order him to leave,” he says through clenched teeth. “Tell him this is what you want, and that he should go.”
But I don’t want this. I can’t, not with the panic tightening my throat. I know exactly what Vankov is seeing—me pinned against the wall like some cheap whore in an alley, with my dress hiked up and Alexei between my parted legs—and horrified embarrassment extinguishes all remnants of desire. All I feel now is the soreness deep inside, where Alexei broke my hymen with his fingers, and the enormous pressure of his cock pushing against my entrance, threating to tear me apart. The pain is not what scares me, though. It’s everything else.
It’s knowing that once we do this, there’s no going back… that we might’ve already reached the point of no return.
“Let me go.” My ragged whisper is meant only for Alexei’s ears. “Please, let me go.”
A muscle flexes violently in his jaw as he stares down at me. “Or what? You’ll have him shoot me?”
“Step back from her! Now!” Vankov’s tone is sharper, more agitated. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my other two bodyguards appear behind him, and I want to die on the spot.
My face must reflect my thoughts because Alexei’s features tighten further, and without another word, he lowers me to my feet and zips himself up in one quick, furious motion. He doesn’t step back, however. Instead, he props one hand on the wall and leans over me. Lifting his other hand, he presses his bloodied fingertips to my lips, imprinting them with red as he says in a low, hard voice, “I will send a car for you tomorrow night. You will come. If you don’t, you will regret it.”
With that, he pushes off the wall and strides past my bodyguards to disappear into the hallway.
The copper taste is still on my lips as I get into my limo, and I can feel the soreness of my broken hymen deep inside. I have no idea what to do, especially in light of Alexei’s invitation/threat. What did he mean, I will regret it? What I regret right now is going to Natasha’s event and everything that followed. It’s like I temporarily went insane.
Obviously, I have no intention of getting into any car he sends. My insanity doesn’t extend that far. But what will he do when I don’t show? Maybe I should tell my brothers what happened, warn them just in case. But no. If they knew that Alexei nearly fucked me in a coat closet and is now threatening me, they’d have no choice but to go after him, and that would be the worst timing ever.
Tomorrow morning, Nikolai is leaving Moscow for the foreseeable future. He’s flying to America to prepare his new Idaho compound for Slava’s arrival in three weeks’ time. If my stupidity were to screw that up, I’d never forgive myself.
I catch Vankov’s eyes in the rearview mirror before leveling a hard look at the other two guards. “If so much as a word about this incident gets out—and especially if it gets back to my brothers—all three of you will be fired on the spot. Understand?”