Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“I’m Wolf.”
“Don’t lie to me!”
He braces one arm on the door in front of me. “Look.”
I see what he means immediately. The bite mark on his forearm, the perfect impression of my teeth from the last time. When he fucked me on the couch and told me to be quiet or he’d kill Luke. Except he’s Luke. “What the fuck?”
His hard cock presses against my ass. “What’s your safe word, baby?” His accent gives the words a strange flavor, as if he’s not Wolf or Luke. But someone who may be more dangerous than both.
“What?” My head is spinning. I can’t think. I can’t process what the hell is going on.
“Your safe word.” He tightens his hold on my waist and lifts me just a little, just enough for his cock to find my entrance. “Because as far as I’m concerned, nothing has changed between us. You were happy enough that I paid a million dollars for this cunt five minutes ago. I mean to take what I’m owed.”
Again, my foolish body takes over. I arch back against him, my safe word trapped on the inside of my teeth. “I hate you.”
“Yeah, you keep saying that.” He wedges his cock into me, one slow inch at a time. It doesn’t feel like care, though. It feels like humiliation, especially when my pussy blooms around him in response. “Hands on the door.”
“Fuck you.” But I obey. I press my hands flat to the door as he starts to fuck me again. This time, it’s not like when I was riding him. It’s closer to what happened on the couch.
A claim of ownership.
“When you come, I want you to say my name,” he murmurs in my ear. “My real name.”
“I . . . get that . . . now? Lucky me.” Gods, his cock feels good inside me. I don’t understand how I didn’t recognize him as Luke, who I’ve fucked more times than I can count. But then, Luke never fucked me like this. He was selfless to an outstanding degree, and if sometimes we got a little rough, it was always with me on top and driving things. It never felt dirty or borderline violent.
“Casimir.”
Just like that, everything clicks. The name I barely recognized. The Russian accent. Casimir Romanov. The vicious fixer for the Russian branch of the Romanov family.
The Mad Wolf.
12
The Romanovs don’t have a foothold in Carver City. I don’t know if they ever tried to, but to the best of my knowledge, when they sent over their people from Russia to put down roots in the States, they stuck to the main port cities. Our power structure is older and more insular than a lot of other cities in the country. That remains true to this day.
But that doesn’t explain what he’s doing here. With me.
I open my mouth to demand answers, but he slaps my clit before I can speak. His voice is harsh in my ear. “Do it, Ruby. Come for me right fucking now.”
Even as my mind rails at his arrogance, at his determination to make me fold, my body is primed and ready to submit. It’s everything I can do to clamp my jaw shut and keep his name trapped on the right side of my teeth. I can’t stop myself from coming, though. My body is too eager for the pleasure he gives.
He curses against my ear. “Stubborn to the bitter end.”
Wolf—Luke—Casimir pulls out of me. I don’t have a chance to figure out what I’m supposed to do next, because he throws me over his shoulder and starts carrying me to the bed. “Time to talk.”
That snaps me out of it. “You son of a bitch.” I beat my fists against his lower back. “You lied to me. You’ve been lying to me.” For two fucking years. He must have known exactly who I was in that bar that night he hit on me, when we took shots together and ended up fucking in the parking lot. He took me home that night, and within a week, we were official.
A lie.
Casimir pauses in front of the huge trunk of toys, but I don’t have a chance to twist to see what he’s doing before he’s on the move again. He drops me onto the bed. I bounce, and then he’s on top of me, straddling my stomach.
I almost—almost—get distracted by his massive cock right in my face. He’s still hard and coated in my orgasm. I’ve seen his cock like this before, but it’s not the same. It will never be the same again.
He slams a cuff around one wrist and, in one smooth move, clips it into a bar connected to the rings hanging on either side of the headboard. I gasp, but it’s too late. He already has my second wrist bound and clipped in. “You motherfucker.”