Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
“Who was she?”
I knew that question was coming. “The woman who hugged you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s Ayla Ivanshov. Alessio’s wife,” I replied, feeling some kind of pride as I introduced my brother’s wife.
“The Bratva’s Queen,” she whispered, her eyes widening. Valerie blinked in confusion, and she cocked her head to the side. “She isn’t what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
“Someone mean and hateful. Not a pregnant woman with an angel’s smile.”
I let out a chuckle at her words. “Mean and hateful…never. Sweet, yes. You will like her. She already loves you.”
Valerie hummed thoughtfully in response, and I knew I’d lost her again.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I asked, wanting to hear more of her voice.
When she didn’t reply, I knew she probably didn’t catch my question. Crossing the two feet between us, I wrapped an arm around her waist, while gently pushing her blonde hair away from her face. I tucked the loose strands behind her ear. Tipping her chin up, I made sure her eyes were on my lips when I spoke. “Let’s take a shower. Food will be brought to us. We can eat and then you can sleep, if you want.”
Valerie lifted her left shoulder in a shrug. Even though her silence was a dagger to my chest, I didn’t let it weigh me down. Instead, I gripped her cold hands in mine and pulled her to the bathroom.
Inside, I helped Valerie disrobe before quickly ripping my own clothes off my body. Once we were both naked, we climbed into the shower. Her body was soft against mine, and I couldn’t stop touching her. She was here, alive, and mine.
After wetting her hair, I shampooed it. I ran my fingers through the wet, heavy strands, massaging her scalp. Valerie was quiet, but she leaned into my touch with the smallest sigh.
I released a shaky breath at the small action. She wasn’t pulling away from me. It was all that mattered.
My hands moved to her body, and I gently scrubbed her flushed skin. I caressed her with my touch, watching her skin break into goosebumps even under the hot water. I fucking loved how her body reacted to my touch.
When I deemed her clean enough, I took the soap in my hand to wash myself. Valerie gripped my hand instead, and I paused. “Let me,” she whispered.
I stood stiff and silent as she washed me in return. Her hands were soft, the most gentle touch. And fuck it—my cock was now fully erect. I tried to push her wandering hands away, but Valerie was insistent, grabbing my hardened length before I could stop her.
“Wait…no,” I tried to say but then let out a hiss as she kept stroking me. My mind numbed out completely as pleasure sung through my veins. Valerie squeezed my cock, and I throbbed, blood roaring through my ears as my hips jerked forward.
My mouth fell open, and I groaned. “You…don’t have to do…that.”
Valerie looked down at where she was working me, and briefly, she lifted her head up. Her hazel eyes met mine. I saw something there…something akin to love. Her eyes weren’t an endless pit of darkness anymore. She cared, I knew that. But she was also hurting.
My thoughts halted when she gripped my balls in her other hand and started massaging the heavy sack. “Shit…Valerie…”
She worked my length faster, tightening her grip a little. Squeezing, relaxing, and then stroking me more firmly. I was getting close…and the closer I got, the faster she pumped my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” I drew the word out with a hiss as I felt the muscles of my thighs clenching. My lower stomach flexed and tightened.
Valerie’s lips parted in a silent gasp as I found my release and spilled onto her hands. It washed away with the water and my myshka looked up at me. “Why…?” I questioned hoarsely. “You didn’t have to do that, Valerie.”
“I wanted to.” Her words were simple and cold, but I quickly understood what she meant.
This had made her feel in control. After everything that had happened over the past twenty-four hours, everything had been out of her control. She had only been a bystander, watching the world crumble…watching her friend fade away. It made her feel powerless.
Jerking me off like her life depended on it—that was her way of regaining control. The only way for her to feel powerful. Every person reacted differently to the same situation. And different people had different vices. Alcohol, drugs, or sex…
I couldn’t even be mad at her for using me like that. Fuck, she could use me any day…any time…as long as she was still touching me and it made her feel even a slightly bit better.
Together we got out of the shower. Once she had wiped herself dry with one of the towels, Valerie pulled one of my shirts over her head. It was too big on her, loose, and it almost came down to her mid-thighs, but she looked so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.