Seduction (Wicked Vows #3) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Vows Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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“I asked you a question, Vera.”

“Hey!”

I definitely imagined any warmth.

“Let go of my hair.” I hate that the dominant move pulls the rug straight out from under me. I wish I could get a grip on my raging, albeit neglected, libido, but my heart beats faster and my chest is all tight and warm.

Instead of letting go, he holds it a bit tighter and gives another tug. “What did I say?”

I sigh. He’s still gripping my hair, and if we’re ever going on a run. . .

“You told me to behave,” I say in a singsong voice. “I’m sorry. Now let me go so I can pee in peace.”

He does, in fact, let me go, but only to give me a parting slap to the ass.

“Hey!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” he says, his back turned to me he pulls out clothes to dress into.

God. The arrogance of the smug, self-satisfied prick.

Why wasn’t I more careful with letting him see my reading choices? Now he has it in his head that I want to be dominated.

I go to slam the door to the bathroom for effect but think better of it in case he considers that not behaving. . . or something. And maybe. . . punishes me or something.

Do I want to be dominated?

I stare at myself in the mirror. My hair’s a mess, but the half-done braid reminds me of the feel of his fingers in my hair. My cheeks are still pink, and the color creeps all the way down to the neckline of my workout tank. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears, and the pressure between my legs after that smack to the ass is undeniable.

Yes. Yes, I definitely want this. Him.

Fuck.

I slap toothpaste on my brush and run the water while I sift through my protests, thoughts, and fears in my mind. What if my father finds out?

My father doesn’t know the first thing about me. He’s never been interested in me before, so why would he start now?

Anyway, who said we had to become a thing? It’s the modern age. We can. . . flirt.

Maybe even do a … what do they call that… friends-with-benefits thing, no strings attached.

I rinse off my toothbrush, the cool water not enough to quell the heat rising inside me. We’re supposed to be playing a married couple, I remind myself. There should be some chemistry… right?

“Are you coming out or what? How long does it take to pee?” His gruff, impatient voice invades the silence.

Argh. I’m glad he isn’t my real-life husband.

“As long as it takes!” I retort, my tone sharper than I intend. Lame.

“We have to get moving.”

“Oh, Fuck off, Markov!” I snap before I can censor myself.

Shit.

I maybe could’ve handled that better. He isn’t exactly the type that will take kindly to me smarting off to him.

When I tentatively open the door, I find him waiting in the doorway, his arms crossed on his chest. His eyes locked on mine, the challenge is clear.

“I heard that, wife.” His voice is a low, threatening purr that sends a shiver down my spine.

My heartbeat thunders.

“We don’t have time now for me to deal with you, but I’ll remember. Do you need coffee or food before we go?” he asks, glancing pointedly at his watch. “Our time is running out.”

“After. Let’s go.”

The early morning air is crisp, a refreshing contrast to the heat that flares between us as we stop outside. The sunlight is brighter than I expected, casting a glow to his tanned skin.

“Wow,” I say as we warm up with a casual jog, trying to shake off the tension. “It’s so bright already.”

“In the summer, the sun rises in Moscow around four a.m.,” Markov says, his voice surprisingly gentle. He gestures for me to follow him to the left when we hit a fork in the road. “Sunrise was almost an hour ago.”

“Wow,” I breathe. “Do you know where we’re going?”

“There are city parks suitable for a run, but I favor the parks around the Kremlin. Quieter this time of day.”

Ah. So he insisted on early morning so that we could avoid crowds. I can get behind that.

We start to pick up our pace. The soft, diffused light and nearly vacant streets make it calm and peaceful here. I like it.

That said, nature is very much awake. Birds sing, and little critters trot between green bushes, dipping in and out. There’s hardly any traffic.

“It’s beautiful,” I tell him. “Gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” he says, as if I just paid him a personal compliment. “It’s different later in the day, but this time of year is the warmest. We’ll have to visit some of the parks, too. We will not run the same route every day, Vera.”

Was he picking on me? How does he know I stick to one route all the time? Does he?



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