Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I’m teetering on the brink of orgasm. “Don’t think it means anything. I still hate you.”
“Hate fuck is a great fuck.”
I chuckle and gasp against his lips as he slams in deeper. “You’re so lame.”
“So lame I can make you come three times in ten minutes.”
“Who says I’m going to come again?” I gasp. I’m definitely coming again.
“Maybe I should stop then—”
“If you stop, Lev, I will kill you.” God, I’m so close. If he stops, I’ll spontaneously combust. “I’ll kill you slowly,” I whimper.
He grins and grinds hard against me, and the friction detonates orgasm number three as if it was his plan the entire time.
I come, and I come loud.
Lev follows and comes louder. And dear God, I’m so fucking high on afterglow, I don’t know when I’m going to come down—if I’m going to come down at all.
He empties inside me, his thrusts becoming slow and shallow as he disappears into outer space.
He sags against me, the scent of him settling over me like silk.
When he lifts his head, he has a wicked gleam in his eye.
“This agreement is for twelve months,” he says.
“And?”
“We could make them very pleasurable.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“A mutually beneficial arrangement.” He eases out of me, and cum spills onto the bed.
“You want me to be your fuck buddy?”
“I like fucking you, zayka, and going by the sounds you just made, I think you like it when I do.” He adjusts himself and rezips his pants.
He disappears into the bathroom, and when he returns, he’s holding a damp cloth. Spreading my thighs apart, he slides the cool, damp cloth between my legs, and the coldness is an instant relief against my already blazing skin. Going by my previous experience with him, I’m going to hurt tomorrow.
I don’t move. I sit there with my legs parted as he gently tends to the mess he made of my pussy and the bed beneath me. Any shyness went out the door when I climbed onto his lap and sank down on his cock.
“So what’s it going to be? Are we going to waste time fighting or have a good time fucking?” he asks, tenderly brushing the cloth along my thigh.
What do I have to lose?
In twelve months, this will all be over, and Lev will fade into memory.
But I can make this situation bearable with some of the best sex of my life.
After all, which is the better option? Fighting him every step of the way and living in perpetual frustration. Or taking multiple orgasms from a man who seems only too happy to give them.
That’s the moment I decide to become the devil’s advocate.
No, that’s the moment I become the devil’s whore.
And I have to admit, I don’t hate it.
38
LEV
“So we’re in agreement?”
I look around the table where the twelve members of the bratva’s inner circle look back at me. All in suits. All nodding in agreement. Except for one.
Vadim.
We’ve just discussed cutting ties with The Pitt, an organized crime syndicate running out of Chicago. They’re becoming too high risk to maintain a relationship with because of their involvement outside of our interests. Dark trades such as trafficking, drugs, and guns. Three things the Zarkov name has never been associated with.
It’s going to cost us. But the financial loss will be a drop in the ocean compared to the prison time if we get caught up in the inevitable implosion of their organization.
But Vadim doesn’t want to sever ties.
He leans forward in his chair. “Our relationship with The Pitt stems back decades. It’s a good relationship.”
“No, it’s a toxic relationship. They think trafficking teenagers is acceptable. The Zarkov do not.”
“It’s the new head of the family, Solomon the Deerhunter. He’s stained the name with these new things. We need to press the family to take control back. Speak with some of the old-timers. When they know what is at stake—”
“Are you seriously telling me you want me to visit the inner sanctum of The Pitt and suggest a fucking coup? Since when do we get involved in the politics of our associates? I wouldn’t stand for it. Would you?”
“He’s new. Young. Ambitious. Too inexperienced to lead. Let’s wait it out before severing the alliance. He’s had enough rope to hang himself. Let him. There will be a new head of the organization soon enough.”
Now I’m wondering if we’re still talking about The Pitt.
“Is that life imitating your own designs, Uncle?” I snap.
Vadim’s cold eyes burn across the table at me.
“Who else shares Vadim’s belief?” My gaze moves over the face of every man in the room. “Who wants to wait it out until Solomon the Deerhunter hangs himself like Vadim says? Or who wants to ensure their lives don’t implode in the coming months because those mudaks are dealing in shit the Zarkov have never tolerated?”