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)
I winked at her. “Don’t worry, Ninel. I’ve got a one-way ticket there already.” I flipped the knife between my fingers. “Now, one more thing before I end this little party. I’m getting tired.” I yawned dramatically just to piss her off more. “Who else are you working with?”
“No one,” she told me, fury lacing her words. “We were doing everything on our own. Less of a chance of a fuck up.”
Adrian barked out a laugh. “So much for that,” he muttered from his still-slouched position in the chair he’d had his ass parked on since we got these two dimwits in the basement.
“So, taking care of you two eliminates the problem?” I shook my head and gave a pitiful sigh. “Damn, you two really made this too fucking easy.” And then, without warning, I jabbed my knife into Boris’s neck. When I yanked it out, he choked on his blood, the crimson, almost black liquid spilling down his chin. I turned to Ninel next and grabbed her hair, my grin cold as it split my face.
“Save some love for me for when I get to hell.” I gave her a little air kiss, then slit her throat, leaving her to gurgle and choke on her own blood.
I hadn’t even heard him move, but suddenly, Adrian was spinning me around, and his mouth was on mine. With a growl, I dropped the knife to the floor, then gripped the back of his neck, taking control of the kiss and thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
“Upstairs,” I growled, already impatient to have him beneath me.
He shook his head. “Right here,” he panted, dropping to his knees and working open my belt. Christ. He was such a slut for my cock, and I loved it. “In the blood of our fucking enemies.”
My head dropped back on my neck, and I groaned long and low.
Fuuuuuck.
26
Adrian
Seeing Ivan in his element had me so hard, I could barely think past my need to have him. It was by sheer control alone that I didn’t interrupt him and drop to my knees for him before he finished questioning Boris and Ninel. Part of me was upset the torture hadn’t lasted longer, considering all they’d done to my family and for almost killing Ivan in that plane crash, but I wasn’t sure if my dick could have handled waiting any longer.
As it was, it was going to be a fucking miracle if I didn’t come in my pants just from sucking Ivan’s dick. And the way he was groaning as he drove his cock down my throat and fisted my hair in his hand was driving me quickly toward the edge. I was leaking profusely, and my balls were already drawing up tight.
“I swear to fuck, I’ve never felt a mouth as good as yours,” Ivan growled as he plunged his cock down my throat again. He tilted my head back just the slightest bit and somehow went even deeper. I gagged and moaned around him, tears sliding down my cheeks. His pupils were blown wide as he stared down at me, and his teeth were gritted. Sweat ran down his temples, and fuck, he’d never looked hotter.
He was the only person in this world I’d submit to, and he and I both knew it. But with him, I didn’t feel like lesser of a man. I didn’t feel weak. He made me feel in control, even as he dominated me. Even while he moved me around, directed me, gave me orders, and used me, I knew I still held all the control in my hands.
I just chose to give it to him, and that was a heady fucking feeling. To be able to trust anyone like that was such a treasure, I wanted to nurture my trust in him as much as possible. And I knew in my gut that Ivan would never lead me astray. He’d take care of me and guide me. He’d let me be who I was meant to be without letting me lose control.
“Fuuuuuck,” Ivan growled. “You’re such a slut for my cock, Adrian. I can’t get enough of it.”
That was all it took. I moaned around his cock as my eyes rolled back in my head and I came right there, completely untouched, in my jeans. His eyes widened, and then, he pulled out of my mouth so abruptly, I almost fell forward when he released my hair. I looked up at him, tears streaming down my cheeks and drool dampening my chin. I was completely fucking wrecked, and it was all for him.
“Did you…” He looked down at the wet spot forming on the front of my jeans, and he snarled, his chest heaving.
“Ivan—” I hated that my voice trembled, but he couldn’t walk away from me over this. I knew some men weren’t into that whole thing, but I couldn’t fucking control it. He was covered in the blood of our enemies, and he was talking to me like he owned me, and my body just… I just couldn’t hold myself together.