Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
When I pull away, she whines. I stroke her cheek, and even though I shouldn’t, I lean down to kiss her again. She arches up against my chest, her nipples stabbing against the material of my shirt. I wrap her legs around my hips.
“Let me touch you,” she pleads.
“You ran from me, pet. Bad girls don’t get to touch. They don’t get to play.”
I thrust inside her and sigh. Her pussy is tight and perfect, and the smug little brat knows it. I fuck her as though I’m half-drunk, and she watches me too closely, proud of herself for what she does to me. I’m half tempted to cover her face with a pillow so I don’t have to look at her face. Or more importantly, so she can’t see mine.
I want to fuck her like a whore. I want to put her in her place, but I’m out of fresh material. So, I pinch and slap her tits a few times because I can. I bite her throat and wreck her hair, and then I try the pillow idea, but it isn’t the same.
I need to see her face.
“This is all you’re good for,” I growl. “A little doll that I can fuck and stuff with cum. You should be punished for asking for impossible things.”
“You’ve already punished me,” she cries. “There’s nothing you could do that’s worse than what you’ve already done.”
The tremor in her voice gets to me even though it shouldn’t. My touch softens, and my fingers roam over her face when I collapse onto her body. Instead of fucking her dirty, I end up fucking her nice. My lips find hers, and she sighs when I give her what she needs. My affection. My attention. My cum. All the things I don’t want to give.
“You are poison,” I tell her. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“So let me ruin you,” she whispers. “It’s the only way.”
The time has come for our monthly Vory meeting, and today, Viktor will demand his answers.
He will want a proposal for Ana, and he will want to know my prisoner’s fate. If I tell him the truth about my mother, he will expect Nakya to pay. But to lie would mean sparing Manuel from the vengeance I rightly deserve. Already, I have waited too long. He should have been dead weeks ago, and if things were not so complicated, he would have been.
I would like to believe that in time, Nakya would forgive me for murdering her father. Their relationship is not without its own complications. She loves him, and she hates him, perhaps equally. It would be difficult at first, but she would come to accept my justifications. Not only for my own mother, but for hers as well.
Regardless, it should be the least of my concerns. For now, I must navigate the troubled waters with Viktor. He will not give me another extension. My time is up, and I still haven’t decided what to tell him.
Slipping into the meeting at the last possible second is not my finest moment, but it gives me the benefit of extra time to make my decision. Viktor issues a sharp look when I arrive, the last Vor to take his seat. There will certainly be a discussion to follow, but for now, he directs one of the boeviks to the front of the room to operate the presentation Alexei has prepared. Today’s agenda will be no different than every other month. Gambling operations, gun shipments, and whatever else makes the brotherhood money.
But when the presentation loads, it isn’t the usual reports that fill the screen. It’s a surveillance video from Alexei’s home. A video that, by the expression on his face, he hasn’t seen before. His housekeeper Magda is on the stairs, and beside her is Talia. His wife calls out to him from behind, but he does not turn, so she tries again.
Confused whispers begin to circulate around the room, but it only takes Alexei a moment to understand what’s happening. Someone has betrayed his secret, exposing his hearing impairment for all the Vory brothers to see.
“Turn it off,” he demands.
The boevik fumbles with the computer, but even when he removes the flash drive, the video doesn’t stop. Alexei glances across the room, and his eyes land on Sergei, the accusation clear. It would be my first assumption as well, given the bad blood between them. But the embarrassment doesn’t end there.
What happens next is worse. Far worse.
A sordid display of images emerges out of nowhere, flashing across the screen. Images of Alexei’s wife. Strung out. Gaunt. Lifeless. And in every still, she’s being fucked by a different man. They are from a time before Alexei took her into his possession, when she was still a slave. Logically, only two people should have access to these pictures. Talia and her former captor.