Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Tons of lit red candles sat on the shelf across from her, filling the room with the scent of roses, jasmine, and ginger. The flames danced and licked at the air, creating shadows on the walls.
Never will you think of space again.
Anticipation pumped cool blood through my body, so much that precum beaded at the tip of my cock.
Her seductive voice filled the air. “Kaz. . .fuck me.”
“Patience, mysh.”
“I have no patience, when it comes to you.”
“So naughty.” I wrapped my fingers around my cock and slowly worked them up and down until my length was hard as a rock and throbbing with need.
Soon.
I let go and walked over to my mouse.
A warm breeze blew through the open balcony doors. The long sheer curtains rippled. Then, thunder rumbled, announcing an approaching storm that would break over the ocean.
My cock throbbed as I went over to Emily’s wrists and made sure she couldn’t escape her bindings.
Yes. Very good.
I walked around the table to further inspect my handiwork. “Very interesting.”
Her breasts rose and fell. “What’s so interesting, Kaz?”
“I’ve seen many naked women, but your beauty. . .it always dazzles me, always captivates and triggers further addiction to rise.”
She licked her lips. “I have that same reaction when I see you without any clothes.”
My cock jerked. “Is that right, mysh?”
“Yes.”
I walked over to her side and studied the lovely curves of her body. Hunger pulsed through my body. I planned to make her scream all night, then rest, and make her scream again.
Emily disrupted my thoughts of sexual madness. “In fact. . .”
I moved my view to her face. “Yes?”
“You should take this blindfold off my eyes so I can see you now.”
“Should I?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you love turning me on.”
A wicked grin spread across my face. “But, you have been a very bad mouse.”
She pouted. “How?”
I frowned. “Your audacity to put space between us—”
“That’s a healthier choice than hitting you with a shovel.”
“Next time, pick the shovel.”
“Either way you forgave me for that, so you can take the blindfold off—”
“You also hung up twice—”
“Which I’m making up for now.”
“We will see.”
“We will see? This is making up for it, Kaz.”
“Still. . .we will see. I may require more to get over it.” I pictured her bent over and my cock slapping into her ass.
“You’re so fucking spoiled.”
“The fact that you know that is why I love you even more.” I placed my hand on her hip and then slid my fingertips up.
She bit her bottom lip.
I stopped my hand and kept it over her soft stomach, loving the feel of the small round bump against my palm. “How is the baby?”
“Dr. Stovall said we are healthy, but he also stressed that I should not be fighting anymore.”
Tension gathered in my shoulders. “And what do you say?”
“I agree.”
Relief washed over me. “We will be out of Italy soon.”
“I agree with that too.”
I felt a small movement under my hand.
Excitement hit me.
Is that the baby?
I had read tons of pregnancy books. It was too early for me to feel the baby at this time, but I still hoped for that day to hurry. I wasn’t the most patient man, and was too eager to meet my child.
In fact, in the few quiet moments we had in Italy, my mind had filled with images of our baby. I imagined how our child would look—a powerful mix of Emily and me.
“Oh.” Emily frowned.
I quirked my brows. “Oh?”
“Fela called me.”
I sneered. “What? That should have been the first thing we discussed today, not those Harlem Crew deaths—”
“Be careful, Kaz. I am barely over that—”
“What did Fela say?” Too pissed off, I moved my hand away from her stomach, not wanting to transfer any of my angry energy to our child.
My erection began to go down.
You dared to call her, Fela, after running away scared from my fight with the Don!
Emily spoke, “His call was clearly to track me, but Misha was around to track him.”
“And did Misha track him?”
“Yes. Misha said he had him. I assumed you talked to your cousin about it.”
“When I arrived at the hotel, Misha called, but I did not want to talk to him. I wanted to talk to you.”
She smirked. “Very spoiled.”
The sneer didn’t leave my face. “And what did Fela say?”
She let out a long breath. “Fela asked about my wanting to keep Paolo. He mentioned that he was trying to save Paolo, which is all bullshit.”
“I confirmed this when I saw the Don’s cellphone. They planned to take Paolo and use him as bait to get to you.”
Her mouth opened.
“What else, mysh?”
“When were you going to tell me that?”
“We were busy talking about other things.”
She shook her head. “I’m going to kill Fela.”
“No.” I shook my head. “That job is mine. Remember what Dr. Stovall said.”
“Kaz, can I at least stand next to you when you do it? I want to watch you cut him open. I want blood spilling from his neck and chest.”