Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Well, your father is a dick, so consider it a gift he deprived you of his nasty presence.” I lift my chin toward the bed. “Go back to the bed, dietka.”
“No. I’m sick of that bed.”
“Sorry, printsessa. If I have to move you there myself, we’ll go back to spread eagle.”
She sticks her tongue out at me before she skitters away and does as she’s told.
“Good girl.” I heat up another frozen dinner for myself and eat it, keeping my eye on her.
She gets up from the bed to retrieve the remote control and starts scrolling through the channels on the television.
I log into the computer to check on messages from Dima and find his full instructions on how to send messages from my laptop from the ship to Leon Poval’s phone, so they seem like they’re coming from Kat’s phone but are still untraceable.
Thank fuck for Dima.
Kat gets up and walks to the place where her purse is lying on the floor.
“Your phone is gone,” I tell her. “I destroyed it.”
“I don’t want my phone. I need my lip gloss. And my gummies.”
I follow her because she’s close to the door, and I don’t trust her. “I took the gummies, too,” I tell her. “I’ll give you some tomorrow.”
She narrows her eyes. “What’s happening tomorrow?” Smart girl.
“No questions, dietka.”
She flips her hair and pads to the bathroom. I follow to make sure she doesn’t take something to cut her zip tie in there. I watch her pee and struggle with the toilet paper but don’t help.
She makes a mess trying to wash her hands. If I weren’t such a dick, I’d help her. I definitely wouldn’t just watch because she’s entertaining. Of course, she knows she’s cute. She stands on her tiptoes and leans way over the sink, folding at the waist. My shirt rides up in the back, and I get a full view of that pert little ass, which she shifts from side to side as she tries to figure out how to turn on and off the water. She even hoists one knee up at one point, making sure I get a full flash of that soft pink flesh between her legs.
When she finishes she shakes the water off on me. “I’m bored.”
Kat
Adrian scowls his grumpy face at me, but I can see the bulge in his pants. He liked the little show I put on for him.
I drop my bound wrists to rub the back of my thumbs along the ridge there. “If we’re just killing time, maybe we could do it together?” I purr.
He catches my wrists and lifts them up, holding them between us. “I wish I could trust you, Kateryna.”
“Well, you can’t, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy ourselves.”
That gets him. His eyes darken, and his cock firms even more behind his zipper. I’m not just a sex-crazed uni student. I’m just fighting with the weapon I know how to use best–my body.
That said, sexing up Adrian Turgenev is no hardship. He’s hot and rough but also considerate in bed. Generous, even.
“Come on.” I hook one of my fingers in his belt loop and pull him toward the bed. When we get there, I actually manage to work his button free with my thumbs before he takes over and unzips his pants for me. I drop to my knees to show him what I want.
He strokes my hair back from my face and sinks to sit on the edge of the bed, freeing his erection from his boxer briefs.
I go to town on his dick. Like my life depends on this blowjob–which is possible.
More likely, though, Adrian’s life depends on it.
I mean, the more I think about this situation, the more I realize how likely it is to end with Adrian or my father dead.
But most likely Adrian.
He’s one guy. My father has hundreds of men who work for him and millions of dollars to pay for more. Plus, my dad is ruthless. I’ve seen him kill a man with his bare hands. I know there’s no chance my dad will show up to some meeting to get me alone. He’s going to be ready to kill Adrian and anyone with him.
So even if I trusted Adrian completely and believed he wouldn't harm me–which I’m eighty percent sure I do–I have to escape. I have to divert his plan. Or talk him out of it. Something. I have to stop this train wreck from happening.
So I glue my eyes to the harsh lines of his beautiful face and take him as deep into my throat as I can, a little farther every time. I work on relaxing my gag reflex to get him deeper.
At first, his expression remains veiled. Stony, even. But as he starts to lose control, I see the real Adrian come out. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, cups my face.