Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I’m on top of her before she can make another move, pushing her front down onto the mat.
Christ, she feels good beneath me.
Focus on training!
“This time, you can’t use your teeth.” I pin her arms on either side of her head. “What do you do?”
“Nothing. I’m fucked in this position,” she mutters as she tries to blow strands of hair, which have come loose from the ponytail, out of her face.
I lean down on her until my mouth is by her ear. “Really? You’re not even going to try?”
She slams her head back, her skull hitting my jaw. Again I release her and climb to my feet. “Very good. You’re learning.”
She pushes herself into a kneeling position and grins up at me. “Two compliments in one day.”
“Three,” I correct her as I gesture for her to stand up and follow me to the dummy we use for training. “Watch closely,” I instruct before I perform a kick to the dummy’s head.
“You’re going to have to do that again,” Abigail says.
Her eyes follow my movements as I demonstrate the kick one more time. When I stand back, she gives it a try but only manages to hit the torso.
We spend close to thirty minutes working on the kick before Abigail manages to slam her foot into the dummy’s head.
“Yes!” she shrieks, and the next second she’s throwing her arms around my neck. “I did it!”
I grab hold of her hips, but Abigail pulls away from me before I can reciprocate the hug.
Christ, I wanted to hug her.
Our eyes lock right as the realization hits me.
I want to do a hell of a lot more than hug her. I want to strip this woman naked, handcuff her to my bed, and fuck her until she’s unable to breathe.
Nope, we’re not going there. Before I can do something stupid like pin her to the mat and fuck her raw, I mutter, “Training is over.”
I walk out of the studio and keep going until I reach my suite so I can sort through my thoughts and emotions because, during the course of the day, Abigail became more than just a tempting force to be dealt with.
I actually want to fuck the woman who’s been driving me insane with her carefree attitude, sass, and flirting.
Today I saw a different side to Abigail, and she’s impressed me.
For the first time in my life, I feel a flicker of fear because I actually want to spend time with her. I want to get to know Abigail and find out what other talents she keeps hidden from the world.
Chapter 10
Abbie
Yesterday it felt like I was making progress with Nikolai, then I made the mistake of hugging him. The man left the studio as if hellhounds were nipping at his ankles.
It sucks.
It’s getting to the point where I’m embarrassing myself. The man has given me nothing to work with, and continuously flirting with him is just stupid.
At first, it was fun, just a little game, but somewhere during the past weeks, it became something more. I’m growing feelings for Nikolai, which I plan on squashing today.
Standing in the foyer of St. Monarch’s, I watch as the three bratva enforcers arm themselves with their guns.
Yeah, I’m not so sure about leaving the premises with them. Misha might be into Aurora, but that doesn’t mean they won’t try to kill me.
Maybe we shouldn’t go out today.
Aurora glances at me, then asks, “Everything okay?”
“I just realized we’re leaving the safety of St. Monarch’s with three bratva and mafia soldiers. I’ll shit myself if they turn on us.” I meet my friend’s eyes. “How sure are you about Misha?”
“Like life-and-death sure. He won’t hurt us,” she tries to reassure me.
“Yeah, but I might,” Alek chuckles before he walks out of the doors.
Bastard.
“Don’t listen to the fucker,” Misha says as he takes hold of Aurora’s hand. “Just stick close to me.”
“Got it,” I chuckle before hooking my arm through Aurora’s free one.
With apprehension curling around my spine, we step out of the castle and climb into an armored SUV. Misha sits at the back with Aurora and me, while Alek takes the passenger side and Armani slides in behind the steering wheel.
“Ready?” Armani asks.
Nope. Not by a long shot, but if Aurora trusts Misha, then I’ll just have to do the same.
Misha grips Aurora’s thigh as he mutters, “Yeah, let's do this.”
As Armani steers the SUV through the massive iron gates, I mutter, “If my father saw me now, he’d kill me himself.”
Aurora chuckles. “That makes two of us.”
Yeah, her father is just as strict as mine. The man is going to shit himself when he finds out his daughter is dating Misha Petrov.
My eyes keep darting between the gorgeous scenery passing us by and the back of Alek’s head.
Jesus, don’t let this be the biggest mistake of my life.