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)
I push my cum back into her pussy and clean it off my finger, tasting the two of us together. Fucking delicious.
I kiss her on her lips before pulling her to me and falling sound asleep for the first time in a very long time.
The sun blares into the room, and I move to squeeze Bree to me, but my arms are empty. My eyes shoot open, and instead of seeing her sexy body in my bed, there’s a piece of paper with two sentences.
Mikhail,
Thanks for the good time, but I’m not into secrets. If you’re ready to tell me what I want to know, come find me.
Bree.
Chapter Eleven
Bree
“Whoa, what happened to you?” Claire, one of the nurses on duty, asks. Her eyes roam my body, and her gaze is curious and worried.
“I went a little too hard at the gym.”
She eyes me suspiciously. I’m confident she knows I’m lying. Bruises make sense from the gym, but bite marks do not. “If you need me to look at them, let me know.”
“I already took care of them but thank you.”
I’m grateful when she nods and drops the conversation. Her eyes move down the corridor. “Check out that guy. Someone should tell him it’s a little too early for a Halloween costume.
My eyes dart up from the computer, and I freeze as I stare at Mikhail heading directly toward me. “It’s okay. I know him. He’s a little corky.”
Who does he think he is bringing his shit to my place of work? Not everyone is a rich spoiled asshole. Some of us need our jobs.
I storm up to him, my nails digging into the flesh around his elbow as I pull him into a room and close the door behind us.
Great. I didn’t notice it was a storage closet. I lock the door so we can’t be interrupted and turn my gaze on him. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
His wolf eyes flash with anger. Those eyes aren’t normal. That blue is alien. “I woke up, and you were gone.”
I shrug, keeping my distance from him. “I had to work.”
He takes a step toward me, forcing me to take one back to avoid his all-consuming presence. “That’s not what your note said.”
“I’m fully aware of what the note said. Now leave.”
He bares his teeth, transforming from man to beast right in front of me. He takes another step forward. “You’re never leaving me.”
My voice shakes as I talk, not because I’m scared but because being in his presence makes my body a pathetic, whimpering puddle of mush. “Listen, it was fun, but I’m not your property. I’m done, and you need to leave.”
He doesn’t say anything. He moves closer still, one step, two steps until my back is to the wall and his body surrounds me. He has me trapped again, caught up with need for him.
“What are you gonna do? Rape me, Mikhail?” I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth.
“I’m not a rapist.”
“Then leave me the hell alone.”
Whatever remorse he might have felt a moment ago is gone. He turns those ice-blue eyes on me, and a grunt leaves his lips. The hard length of his body presses against mine, and his scent is intoxicating—lemons, peppermint, and Mikhail. I must ask him what soap he uses because it’s incredibly unique.
I start to speak, but I’m paralyzed when the light reflects off the blade of a sharp, silver hunting knife.
“Fuck you, Bree. I’m a lot of things, but a rapist isn’t fucking one of them. You don’t know the shit I’ve gone through in my life. You think it’s easy seeing the shit I’ve seen and done and casually talking about it with someone over a cup of coffee? As if murder for hire is the same job as being a mailman?”
Mikhail’s free hand moves down my body, pushing the hem of my skirt above my waist before he switches hands with the knife. His forearm presses against my throat, and—oh, God—he moves the sharp tip of the blade softly along my pussy. “You want to know what rape is like, Bree?”
Jesus Christ, I’m wet. I have a man whose face I’ve never seen holding a knife against my pussy, and instead of being scared, I want to know what he’ll do next because I’m turned the fuck on.
Mikhail barks a laugh as if he can read every thought running wild in my mind. “You like this, don’t you, Mouse?”
“Yes.”
“Well, since you think I’m a rapist, I’m going to need you to beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the good little whore you are.”
“I’m not fucking a man who won’t show me his face.”
He presses the knife to my pussy, the blade gliding along my panties. The tear from the knife on the fabric fills the room. Oh, God, he just ripped my panties off with a knife, and all I can think about is his cock buried in me.