Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Moaning, she clutched at my arms, her body shaking with pleasure.
I moved faster, my body on fire with desire. “Who’s fucking you?”
“The Lion.” She joined my rhythm, meeting my thrusts with a fervent hunger.
“Are you going to be dirty for me, mysh?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you like a savage beast.” I pounded hard into her.
“Please!”
We moved together.
Our bodies in perfect harmony. The bedroom filled with the sound of our breathing, now heavy and labored.
“Oh, Kaz!” She screamed, and her body convulsed in ecstasy. “Oh!”
“Fuck yes.” I moved my hips faster with increasing ferocity, the intensity of pleasure almost unbearable. Her body quivered beneath me, and I knew we were close to the edge.
“You are fucking mine!”
“Oh!”
Without warning I reached down, grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head to the bed, locking her in a vice grip as we hurtled towards an explosive climax.
“Oh!” She gasped.
“You will always be mine.” Fucking her hard, I moved my lips down to her neck and bit down hard.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She cried out in ecstasy.
Groaning, I increased my pace, pushing us both to the brink of climax.
“Oh, baby.” Her pussy contracted around my cock.
There we go.
I groaned, and with one final thrust, she came undone beneath me. Shaking, her body rode the orgasm.
“Now my turn.” I thrust one last time and with a loud groan of pleasure, I came hard inside of my mouse, filling that pussy with all of me.
Here comes baby number two.
Chapter 48
A Plan
Kazimir
I had no idea how many times I fucked Emily on the plane. I just remembered us stopping to say goodnight to the boys, eating dinner with Tisha, Lemon, and Maxwell, and then finally returning to our room to fuck again.
Lucky for Boris, he remained out of my eyesight, although I knew he would be near our bedroom once Emily went to sleep.
She thinks I am going to let her go to the cell. Not going to happen.
I had a clear plan.
First, we put on our pajamas. Emily had bought them for us. They were both silky white. Paolo and Emilio had on matching ones too. Maxwell made fun of us, but it made me too happy for us to all dress alike to be truly bothered by his teasing.
Next, I poured us shots of vodka and we toasted to a happy trip in New Orleans.
Then, I poured more.
A wicked smirk spread across my face. “Another, mysh. This time we will toast to—”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Me?”
“Yes, Kaz.”
“Why would you ask that?”
She eyed me and drank that shot.
Smirking, I poured a third one.
She frowned. “I am going to that cell tonight.”
“Boris is back. There is no need.”
She gulped that shot down and then shook her head as if trying to get out the harshness of the liquid.
I nodded. “Very good, mysh.”
“Kaz, I want to wait until we get to New Orleans. We must keep everyone safe until I meet with Delphine—”
“Speaking of her, the Butcher called me today.”
“Why did he call?”
“You mean besides being obsessed with me?”
“Kaz, why did J.P. call?”
“He told me about three people I needed to impress in New Orleans.”
“Oh.”
I poured the fourth shot. “Apparently, I will have to give some alligator guy gifts and then we will need to go to a party for some other idiot. Finally, he put his little perfumed high heeled foot down about my needing to respect Delphine.”
“J.P. doesn’t wear high heels. I need you to stop picking on him.”
“Yet, you did not argue about the perfume.”
“Kaz, are you going to listen to him?”
I poured her a fifth shot. “I know how much this trip to New Orleans means to you. . .to our family.”
“Lunita has to go.”
Unease settled in me. I swallowed it down. “We will go to New Orleans, and we will heal you. Together.”
She took the last shot and then set the glass on the night stand next to the bed. “Thank you, but. . .”
I picked up her glass and tried to hand it to her.
“No more vodka, Kaz.” She waved it away. “Meanwhile, you did not answer my question.”
“Which was?”
“Are you going to listen to the Butcher?”
“Mysh, you know I’m not one to bow down to anyone.”
She frowned.
“But for you. . .”
She raised her eyebrows.
“For you I will bow. I will kneel. I will even hold in my roars.”
She blinked. “You know how to bow and kneel to people?”
“I believe I can research how it is done. I assume it involves not shooting them in the head.”
“That is one way to bow.” She grinned.
“Regardless, for you, I will do whatever it takes to make sure this trip runs smoothly and brings you the healing you need.”
Her eyes watered. “Oh, Kaz.”
I set the bottle of vodka down. “I will respect these people in New Orleans, not because I fear them, but because I love you, and your well-being means everything to me.”