Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He grips me, anchoring me. As I’m coming, he slaps my inner thigh hard, and I spiral into ecstasy. Oblivion.
I’m floating, weightless.
He spanks my thigh again. Bites my flesh. Soothes it with the flat of his tongue.
I’m screaming his name, my fingers stabbing into his hair. I’m pulling, yanking, hard enough to rip it from the fucking roots.
He only laughs a dark, low growl.
"That’s my good girl. Such a good girl, taking Daddy’s mouth. Stretching your pretty pussy for me. That’s my girl."
"You are so dirty," I say, and I can feel the grin stretching across my face.
"God," he growls, giving my pussy an appreciative kiss. “You make me mad.”
I melt even more.
He kisses me right there, right on my throbbing pussy, and it feels like worship.
This big, strong, dangerous man is on his knees, worshiping me.
"You were meant for me," he says with a crooked grin. “You're in my blood, woman."
He kisses my thigh. My hip. The softness of my belly. My navel. The underside of each breast. My collarbone. My neck. My chin. My cheek.
And then, he finishes it off with a kiss to my forehead.
A forehead kiss.
That’s what I’ve needed all this time—his lips on my forehead.
“I want you to trust me. So when you wake up tomorrow and I’m not there, I want you to trust me.”
I know. I've known it all along. But I like hearing him acknowledge it—this is what it's all about. The cage. His belt. Kidnapping me and making me his. The times in bed. The way he's massaged me, taken care of me, kissed me. The way he makes me come and the way he listens. All of it.
Matvei does nothing half-assed. He is all in… for me.
Maybe I am a witch. Maybe I have cast a spell.
But what if I don’t know the next incantation?
So I swallow the lump in my throat and pretend that I’m okay. I pretend that I believe I’m worthy of a man like him—or anybody at all.
And I lie.
"I trust you."
But even as I say the words, even as I feel how they taste on my tongue, I know at the heart of it all…
It's me I don’t trust.
Chapter 24
MATVEI
I sit beside her for way too long, watching her sleep.
There’s a certain magic in it.
I have loved and lost in my life. My sister, eighteen years old—an accident that forced me from childhood into adulthood.
But I’ve never loved a woman.
Until now.
And it scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
I sit beside her, watching her sleep like a fucking creep. I push her hair out of her eyes. I lean in and smell her, needing a hit. I watch the rise and fall of her chest until Rodion calls.
He’s found the location of the man I’m going to fucking destroy.
I leave her with reluctance, pack my bag, and slide my phone into my back pocket.
He comes tearing up in front of the house on two wheels, and I shake my head with a grin.
God, I missed the douchebag.
He screeches to a halt and jerks his head toward the door, rolling down the window.
"You think I’m gonna open the door for you, princess? Get in the fucking car." He grins and holds up a paper cup. "Got your coffee."
I open the door and toss my black duffel onto the floor of the car. The metal inside it clicks, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
He’s drumming his fingers on the dashboard, sipping his fancy little coffee, probably laced with cream and sugar and whatever other bullshit he puts in it.
"How can you drink that shit?" he asks, giving me a side-eye glance at my black coffee.
"I take it like a fucking man," I snap back at him.
He cackles, and I grin.
This is how it always is—the two of us, taking on the fucking world together. And when Rafail finds out what we did, we’ll stand side by side while he absolutely destroys us.
Just like in high school.
Only this time, Rafail will probably just lecture us. We’re both bigger than him now.
We ride at dawn because this motherfucker who's about to meet his maker is a one-hour drive away.
"He's not close," Rodion says. "We have some catching up to do, honey."
"Oh, shut the fuck up." I groan, looking out the window. "You wanna tell me again all about how your wife’s gonna have a fucking baby?"
"You know you’re happy, Uncle Matvei."
"I think, technically, I’m a cousin."
He furrows his brows and tips his head to the side. "How the fuck does that work?"
"Well, I’m not really your brother," I tell him, shaking my head. "I’m your cousin, which means your baby is like—I don’t know—second cousin? Once removed? Or whatever the fuck."
He frowns. "Let’s go with uncle. We don’t have to get caught up in fucking technicalities."
True, true.
"You get any sleep yet?" he asks.