Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t asleep.”
“You were,” I said. “I’m pretty sure I heard you snore.”
Ive lifted my wrist to his lips and pressed a kiss on the inside. “How could I sleep with you snoring?”
I gasped. “Take that back. I do not snore.”
“Oh, you do.”
This made me laugh. I just couldn’t help it, I found it so funny.
Moving across the bed, I straddle his waist and feel the hardness of his cock against my core. I freeze as I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.
Ive’s hands went to my knees, sliding up my thighs, then back down again. Both of my palms are flat on his stomach. He’s covered in ink, all different kinds, but I’m more distracted by the feel of his dick.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I want to have sex again but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. This sucked. The last thing I wanted was for Ive to think of me as a child.
I wasn’t a child. I’d never be a child.
My stomach growled again and Ive chuckled. “I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be feeding you before I fuck you again.”
He lifted up and I let out a little scream as he took me to the bed. Now he was nestled between my spread legs.
“You want to have sex with me again?” I asked.
Ive chuckled. His gaze dropped to my lips. “Yes, I want to have sex and fuck you…” His lips opened as if he was about to say something else, but then he stopped.
I want to know what else he’s going to say, but instead he pushed himself off the bed.
“I think it’s only fair that I feed you.”
He stepped away from the bed, and I watched his naked ass as it went into the closet. He returned seconds later holding a gown.
“Come on.”
I climbed out of bed and moved toward him, sliding my arms into the robe. Ive surprised me further by tying it up closed.
“No one gets to see what belongs to me.”
“Wouldn’t they look away?” I asked.
“I’d kill anyone who looked at you.” He dropped a kiss to my lips.
Is it wrong to love his possessiveness? I don’t know what has come over him, but I don’t want it to end. No one had ever treated me like this. There had been no guy in my past and there certainly wouldn’t be anyone else. I belonged to Ive, and I loved that I was his, in everything.
I was the mistake, but now, I was his wife.
He holds my hand and we leave the bedroom together. I don’t want to leave the sanctuary of the bedroom. I have a horrible feeling that reality will break through this cloud we’ve had over us.
When I was at his home before, I saw soldiers everywhere, but right now, as we make our way to the dining room, I don’t see a single person. There’s no one around, not even Hubert.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“They know to stay out of the way. They’re paid to hide, and besides, this is supposed to be our honeymoon. Ivan sent orders ahead of us.”
“But this is your home. Don’t they answer to you?”
“Ivan’s rule is above mine.”
“And you don’t mind that?” I asked.
“I swore my loyalty to him. He’s the only person who can overrule me.”
I nod. I totally understand what he’s saying and even understand the why of it, but I can’t help but disagree. I like Ivan, I do. This is Ive’s house and he should have a say in what happens.
Ive pulled me in close. “You’re thinking way too much.”
“Do you like being with Ivan?” I asked.
“Yes.”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“Why?”
We arrived at the dining room, and Ive took the head of the table. He’s silent for the longest time.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Ivan Volkov found me when I needed to be found,” he said. “The previous Bratva were brutal, cruel, and they used people, and tossed them aside. If they didn’t live up to a certain standard, they were removed. Ivan has his own story, as do each of us. Ivan found me in the gutter. My father had tossed me out for many reasons. He considered me defective.”
“What made you defective?” I asked.
I saw his jaw clench.
“Do you like books?” he asked.
This made me frown. “Yes, I like books. I enjoy reading.”
“That’s good.”
This made me frown. “I don’t understand.”
Ive tapped his fingers on the table and looked straight ahead, before finally turning toward me. “My father was a vicious fuck. He liked young girls, younger the better, but he also liked power. I was his only son. At least, the only one he acknowledged as his own, but there was a tiny problem.” He paused. “I couldn’t read or write.” He ran a hand down his face. “He tried to get teachers or his soldiers, anyone he could pay, to teach me, but nothing worked. He tried beating me, that didn’t work. He didn’t want a dumb son. A dumb son to him meant weakness. So he got one of his soldiers to drive me out to the middle of nowhere, and his job was to kill me.”