Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Hearts must break because I feel mine shatter into a million pieces for Mikhail. I cry for the little boy he was and the horrors he’s had to endure. My heart breaks that he’s sharing something so traumatic with me because he cares about me. He’s enduring pain because he wants me to have what I want—to understand him, the real him, all of him.
“I have two brothers who think I’m their best friend.”
“What? Have you met them?’
“Yes. They’re my two best friends.”
I push off him, my hands on his firm chest. “Wait, you’ve gone all these years without telling your family that they’re your family.”
“Blood doesn’t make family. They have my back, and I’ve got theirs.”
“You don’t want to tell them the truth?”
Mikhail grabs my legs, moving one on each side of his thighs. “No. I don’t. They are my brothers in every way that matters. There’s no point bringing up the past. Besides, Sergei was someone I never wanted to claim as a father.” His hands brush my hair off my shoulders, and he kisses the side of my neck. “I think I’m done talking. I think it’s time I vent my frustrations on your perfect little cunt.”
I wrap my hands around his neck and giggle. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Little Mouse.”
Epilogue
Bree
Usually, Mikhail picks me up from work, but he texted earlier and told me he had some business come up and couldn’t make it. So, I grabbed some Chinese food, and now I’m going to sit at home in front of the television and watch some sappy chick flick.
I walk into the apartment and turn the lock when a hand covers my mouth and drags me backward. The intruder moves back when I kick him in the shin, and I dive into the bedroom where Mikhail installed a safe room. But right before I get to the door, the guy pulls me by my leg and shoves a gun in my face.
“Open your mouth, or I’ll blow your head off.” His voice is barely audible.
“My husband will cut tiny pieces off you and make you eat it before it puts you six feet under.”
“I’ll be long gone before that’ll ever happen.”
Tears I’m desperate to keep in check glide down my cheeks as the barrel of the gun is forced into my mouth. His hands move down my legs and he pushes my skirt up before he tears my panties off with one hand.
This guy is going to rape me. Dread consumes my body and shame fills me because even though I’m terrified, my body still responds to the horrific act. Since being with Mikhail, I’ve become comfortable with my sexual needs and desires. We talked about my rape fantasies and playing out a scene. Those situations are my choice, but this—this isn’t what I want.
I’m mortified at my arousal as his fingers move through my folds.
“Such a good girl.” He moves off me, his hand moving to the zipper of his pants. “Move, and I’ll shoot.”
I’m frozen, unable to move as he shoves his cock in my pussy and moves the gun in and out of my mouth. “Don't make me do anything rash. I don’t want to kill you accidentally. A stupid move could make me pull the trigger, and we wouldn’t want your brains on the pretty marble floor.”
I try to stay immobile, but the fear mixed with his cock…wait, a minute. I reach up, pulling at the black ski mask covering his face, and sigh in relief.
Without saying a word, he removes the gun from my mouth, and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is full of passion, desperation, and need. But most of all, it’s full of love. The ocean’s worth of love we have for each other.
“Surprise! How did you know it was me?”
“Your cock. You think I wouldn’t know my husband’s dick?”
“You’re so fucking wet. Just like I knew you would be.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Yes,” Mikhail says, kissing the tip of my nose. “And you love it.”
“I do.”