Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Trying to take you out was personal to me,” I growled, no longer willing to hide just how fucking feral I was over him. “The moment they targeted the Jacksons, they fucked with me, kotik.”
“Why?” he snarled, getting frustrated. His brows furrowed. “What does it even matter to you, Ivan?”
My hand snapped out, wrapping around his throat. He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath my palm. His pupils blew wide, and his lips parted the slightest bit. I heard Mark mutter something along the lines of, “Well, this is certainly a development,” but I ignored him, keeping my focus on my little kitten.
“I have been obsessed with you for years, kotik,” I told him. “I kept my distance, waiting to see if you’d give me a chance. I took my time with you because spooking you is way too fucking easy and would just make you block me out even more. But when that mother fucker tried negotiating his life, using your family as a bargaining chip, I already knew, with or without James’s consent, I was getting involved.”
“This isn’t your problem. I’m not your problem, Ivan.”
“But you are,” I corrected him. “You’ve been my problem from the very moment I laid eyes on you several years ago, Adrian. There’s not a fucking move you’ve made that I haven’t been aware of.” His eyes widened in disbelief. I tightened my grip, cutting off his air supply, and he whimpered. Oh, fuck, the way he whimpered for me… It sent need spiking hotly through my veins, and my cock hardened so fast that for a moment, I couldn’t breathe either.
“We’re going to find Boris and Ninel, kotik. And when we do, you’re going to watch as I slowly skin them alive while prying every fucking sin they’ve committed against you from their wretched mouths. And then, when I have every name in their playbook, I’m going to unleash you on them and watch as you make them bleed for me. For daring to even attempt to take you from me.” I slackened my grip just a bit and arched a brow at him. “Are we on the same page?”
Slowly, he nodded. I stroked my thumb along the column of his throat. “You don’t have marbles rolling around inside your head, kotik. Give me your words.”
“Yes,” he rasped, his voice strangled. “We’re on the same page, sir.”
Christ, he was perfect.
Igor made a choking sound, but I just smiled at my kitten. “Good boy,” I murmured.
The sound he made was a mix between a whimper and a choke, and his cheeks flushed hotly. And when that pink tongue swiped over his bottom lip, it took every bit of my restraint not to ravage his mouth and claim it as my own.
14
Adrian
Bracing myself on the shower wall, I rested my forehead on my arm, my lips parting as I groaned low in my throat. My fingers tightened around my length, and my breath stuttered from my lungs as I slid my hand down my shaft and then came back up, twisting my hand around the tip. Ivan had kept me on edge all fucking day, and I didn’t even think he’d done it on purpose.
It was just him. It was always just him. He was so effortlessly teasing without even trying. I always ended up with a case of blue balls around him, even before we came to whatever truce this was that we had.
My stomach muscles clenched as I envisioned Ivan on his knees in front of me again with my cock down his throat. God, he had the mouth of a god. It was sinful and so damn good, it felt like he was sucking my soul out of my body. And even though he’d been on his knees for me, he’d still oozed dominance from every fucking pore.
There wasn’t a submissive fucking bone in Ivan’s body, but he’d made me realize there was one in me. But I only felt it around him. For him.
I sucked in a sharp breath when large, calloused palms suddenly settled over my hips. A hard body pressed against my back, and a bare, hard cock slid between my ass cheeks. I pushed off the wall and turned my head, meeting Ivan’s eyes over my shoulder. His green eyes were the color of moss on a cool, winter morning after a good, hard overnight rain, and they sucked me into their earthy depths.
“Having fun without me?” he murmured, resting his chin on my shoulder, his lips so fucking close to mine, all I had to do was purse them, and we’d be kissing.
My heart skipped a beat in my chest at the thought.
“You’ve been teasing me all fucking day,” I confessed, my voice gravelly.
He arched a brow at me, amusement flashing in his eyes. “How’s that? We’ve only been working with Igor to try to uncover where Boris and Ninel are.”