Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
She starts to sign but then fists a hand on the table and scribbles with the other, “It couldn’t have been as fantastic as punching you in the face and giving you a blood bath, asshole.”
“Now, that’s where you’re wrong.” I knock down her bishop and casually place it to the side. “Your attack the other night was directed at me, even though I’ve never targeted you.”
She scribbles and shoves the phone in my face. “Targeting my family is no different from targeting me.”
“I disagree. In fact, I see the assault as an invitation to a challenge, and I take my challenges very seriously, which is why the first step is to expose Maya as…easy, for lack of a better term.”
She jerks up, both her fists balling and a vein in her neck popping with tension.
“Sit down before I decide that after her very public humiliation, I’ll also fuck her and post the video for the world to see.”
She lifts her fist as if she can punch me, but I continue staring her in the face. “Sit the fuck down, Mia.”
Her lips purse, but she slowly lowers herself, even as her tiny frame shakes with her attempts to camouflage her reaction.
“What do you want?” she types on her phone.
“To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure yet. All I’m certain about is that I do want something in return for my nonconsensual blood bath and the punch that endangered my aristocratic nose.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re an arrogant prick with not a decent bone in your body.”
“I appreciate the unnecessary opinion, though it’s pointless when I lack the fucks to give. Also…” I grab her hand that’s holding out the phone, my fingers snaking over her tiny wrist. “You might want to stop calling me names and provoking me for sport, because you’re starting to look very much like a challenge, and that’s the last thing anyone wants to be when facing me.”
My fingers glide up her bare arm, and I can feel the shivers that break out on her skin, whether involuntary or not, I have no clue.
Usually, I only touch women with the intent of seducing them into my blood-favored world. I don’t intend to do that with this wild card.
Her destiny will see her broken against my edges. When I’m done with her, dust will be all that’s left of her bull-like determination and troublemaking confidence.
Deep powder-blue eyes spark with fire. If I were petrol, I’d be burned on the spot.
She holds my gaze the entire time. When I channel my malicious, intimidating energy, people usually cower away after a second or two.
Even though I wear the charming mask so well, it’s still a mask, and when I drop it, revealing the true entity of destruction lurking inside me, others avoid it—my family included.
Not Mia fucking Sokolov.
She stares me in the face with nothing short of a “Fuck you, how dare you threaten me?”
I seem to have forgotten that she is a mafia princess. She was probably fed pride, arrogance, and power in her baby formula.
All three will be smashed to pieces by yours truly.
The moment comes to an end when she snatches her hand away and types, “Show me your worst, asshole.”
My dick twitches against my trousers and I grin. Wide. So wide that Mia’s lips purse.
Lips that would look divine wrapped around my cock, trembling as I fuck her throat before I eventually smear them with my cum.
Well, well. I’m officially turned on by the little troublemaker.
“Are you sure? My worst can’t be stomached by the majority of society. Also…” I move my rook forward. “Checkmate.”
I stand up, and before she can study the board, where I already blocked all her exits, I’m beside her.
She smells of subtle magnolia imitating a breeze in the aftermath of freezing winter. I sink my fingers in the mass of her platinum blonde hair and ribbons, then push it aside to reveal her ear.
I lean forward, my lips finding the shell of her ear before I bite harshly, to the point that she jolts.
My dick thickens further, appreciating her reaction a bit too much. He’s known to be whorish, but not this much. Besides, I’m not usually attracted to someone who poses a direct threat to me.
Another first. Interesting.
I release the shell of her ear and whisper, “Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
6
MIA
A week later, I’m sitting with Bran in the game room in the Elites’ mansion.
My relationship with this space is complicated at best. I love the vibe, but I’m not a fan of how big it is. Low red lighting casts a glow on our faces and around huge screens on the wall.
The chairs are comfortably massive, and sometimes, we opt to use the sofa so I can hit Bran whenever we’re playing opposite each other.