Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“We don’t work for Vlad Vasiliev. Never have. You should know better than that, cousin. And we haven’t done anything, so it’s a moot point.” He smirks, leaning back and placing his arm over the couch’s backrest just as Z sits up against the headboard and drags me with him. My back against his chest, my legs spread over his, so I’m entirely bare and splayed out for Rodion’s greedy gaze. Z’s large hands palm my tits, drawing a moan from me.
“What are you smirking about, brother?” Z croons, voice low, as he parts my thighs further with the movement of his own legs.
Rodion’s gaze darkens and he palms his erection over his expensive slacks with one hand and keeps his phone in the other, still on speaker, poised near his mouth. Oh, what a dirty, dirty mouth it is. I wonder if it still tastes like me.
“I’m just taking precautions,” Ven rumbles, sighing heavily on the phone and completely unaware of the fact his cousin is rubbing at his cock while on the phone. “Yuri is a nasty, ruthless cunt when he feels wronged.”
“Isn’t he preoccupied with the new grandson and all?” Rodion muses. “Give him eighteen years and he’ll have a new fighter all of his own.”
I almost choke at Rodion’s words. He’s mocking their willingness to let their loved ones die for status and power, and it would be funny if it weren’t such a true tragedy.
Z slips his hand between my folds, stroking over my clit and teasing the pink soaked hole. “Rodion is only teasing, liybimaya.” My love. His voice calms me. “I think this slutty little hole is my new obsession.” His tongue swipes up my neck and his thick fingers tease.
So distracting. I’m almost able to believe him…
But it’s not a joke. We will never be safe, and neither will any kids brought into this world with any of our last names.
“Hopefully Yuri will be long dead before that can ever be a possibility,” Ven replies, voice low and threatening.
Z’s finger dips inside me, finally, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I’m sore from them taking turns exploring every inch of me last night, but I don’t think I will ever get enough of them.
“Cousin, it’s always a pleasure but I have other pleasures waiting for my attention,” Rodion murmurs, voice saturated with lust.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, do you two ever stop fucking?” Ven demands with an exasperated groan. “Unbelievable.”
I bite back a giggle at Ven’s annoyance.
The phone gets tossed across the couch after Rodion ends the call and he stands, pulling his shirt from his slacks and unbuttoning it as he approaches the bed, his predatory gaze darkening.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I’m alive. My breaths come in quick, ragged gasps as I jolt from the dream where two masked men caught me and stole me away from The Games.
No, not a dream.
Reality.
Z’s arm lays heavily over my chest, the warmth of his body skin to skin against mine making my pulse skip. Memories of our bodies moving in tandem all night causes an ache to build between my legs. I’ll not be able to walk if this sex-a-thon keeps on.
“You okay, love?” Rodion asks, licking his lips. He’s sitting up beside me texting on his phone.
“Just a bad dream, or maybe a good one.”
“Hmmm.” He grins, flashing me a knowing look.
It’s been four days since The Games. I planned to live, but not by getting rescued by the two men who helped train me to survive. The same ones who convinced me I was capable of winning. The two men whom I wanted to live for, so I could lose myself in them afterwards. Give in to all the tension we’d built over those long grueling months together. A reward for living. And God did they make it worth the wait.
I bet Yuri had a stroke when I disappeared, and my body wasn’t found in the aftermath. He designed The Games, made the rules, and I broke the very first one. You only get to leave The Games by surviving and defeating every fucker who comes for you. Or you go in a body bag.
Winning is the only real exit.
I didn’t win.
I want to pretend it doesn’t matter, to be grateful that I’m out, but there’s a nagging stirring in my stomach that is a warning. This isn’t over. They don’t like being made a mockery of, and I didn’t give them what they craved.
My death.
“Are you going to tell me why you came into The Games for me? Did Vas know you planned to do this?” I ask Rodion who’s now finishing a bottle of vodka their housemaid dropped off earlier. Z already demolished the other half. I’ve stuck to the angel bites and water to hydrate myself and replace the sweat these deviants keep working out of me.