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)
“What the fuck did Igor put in these?” I demanded, capping the needle and sliding the syringe back into my pocket. I’d never seen someone pass out that fast from a sedative unless it was on a TV show.
Ivan shrugged and hefted Boris over his shoulder with a grunt. “Fuck if I know,” he wheezed. “Jesus Christ, he weighs a ton. I need to work out more.”
I easily lifted Ninel against my chest, carrying her to the door behind Ivan. “Want to switch?”
Ivan snorted. “And risk you hurting your back in your old age? Fuck no. I’ve got plans for you later.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fuck you,” I growled. “I hope your back is hurting too bad later to do a goddamn thing, just so I can jack my dick in front of you, and all you can do is watch me get off.”
Ivan hummed. “Keep on with the threats, kotik, and I’ll tie you to a bed as soon as all of this is taken care of, and I will edge you until you’re sobbing and begging for my cock. Then, I’ll paint your face in my cum and lock your pretty cock in a cock cage so you can’t do a fucking thing to relieve yourself.”
I almost tripped on the stairs and had to take a moment to lean against the wall while I waited on my blood to flow somewhere else other than my dick. Ivan paused at the foot of the stairs and turned to look at me, arching a brow. “Something the matter, kotik?”
I grunted and pushed off the wall, meeting him at the foot of the stairs. He grinned when he noticed my dick pressing against my zipper, and like the jackass he truly was, he began whistling a cheery tune as he walked out the building. Mark was already waiting at the curb, and he opened the back of the SUV for us, allowing us to toss our two hostages inside.
“How’d you know?” Ivan asked, groaning as he twisted side to side to relieve the ache in his muscles.
Mark opened his door for him while Igor silently began to tie up Boris and Ninel. “You were in there too long for it to be a dud,” Mark explained. “Common sense, boss.”
Ivan patted his shoulder. “Ah, I knew I kept you around for a reason.”
Mark’s lips twitched. Ivan climbed into the backseat, and I slid in after him. He leaned into me and palmed my still half-hard dick through my jeans, his large, green eyes locked on mine. “I can take care of this if you want,” he murmured. “Just say the word, kotik.”
“Not in the fucking car, please,” Igor grumbled as he slid into the front seat. “If Mark won’t give it up, you two can’t get any either.”
Ivan snickered but sat back, giving me space to breathe and will my body to calm down. “You got a thing for my driver, Igor?” Ivan asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Mark huffed as he pulled off from the curb. “He does, and I wish he’d fuck off—respectfully,” he added when Igor narrowed his eyes at him. “Back to the estate, boss?”
“Yeah,” I answered for him. “It’d be some petty karma for them to take their last breaths in the house of their enemy.”
Ivan leaned in and licked a path up my neck. I couldn’t stop the whimper that crawled up my throat even if I tried. My eyelids fluttered, and precum slipped from the tip of my cock. “God, hearing you so blood thirsty makes me hot,” he growled.
Turning my head, I caught his lips with mine. His hand snapped up, wrapping around my throat like the perfect collar. Instantly, he took control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and wreaking havoc on my senses.
“Later,” he growled. “And when later finally fucking happens, I am going to take you apart piece by fucking piece until you are sobbing on my cock.”
Fuuuuuck.
24
Ivan
Boris woke up first, his eyes snapping open as he gasped dramatically like he was in some bad action movie. Adrian lifted his head from where he’d been dozing off, eyeing the man in distaste before looking at me. I continued watching Boris as he took in the concrete room, inhaled the scent of bleach, and then, finally, took notice of us.
His face paled.
I smirked. “Good evening, Boris,” I greeted. “Delightful of you to join us.”
Adrian snorted. Boris opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. Probably didn’t know what to say yet. No doubt, he was going to try to pin this on someone else, but I had a feeling he and Ninel were the only players in the game. If someone else was behind this whole sham, Adrian or I would’ve already been wiped out. We hadn’t exactly been hiding, after all.