Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Aleks: All good on the home front. We’ve run background checks again on all the participants in the program as you asked, and there’s nothing amiss. It doesn’t appear there is anyone there out to hurt you or Vera.
Thank you
I’m surprised to find one from the Ivanov captain, Shevchenko.
Apologies for the belated reply. There was a delay in the delivery of your text. Please tell us how things have progressed.
Interesting.
We have a new lock on the door and no further interference that I’ve noted.
Would you like us to install video surveillance surrounding your room?
Fuck.
If I say yes, we run the risk of someone discovering that we are currently sharing a bed and living quarters. But if I say no, I limit the amount of protection I can give her. Aleks has drones in place periodically but not much else.
I think about it before I reply and finally come up with what I hope is a good compromise.
Thank you. I’d like to honor her privacy. Is there a way to set up surveillance immediately outside but not looking into the room?
Absolutely. Will be in touch.
“Are you going to tell me what led to today?” Vera stands with her hands on her hips.
“You mean why I felt the need to defend you? That’s easy enough, though I’d have thought it obvious.”
I knew Vera deserved that leadership position. I further knew that the pussy American was doing everything in his power to keep her from succeeding.
Vera might not be too fond of my methods, but I make no apologies.
When she frowns at me, I can’t help but notice the fullness of her lips. The way they slant down in a way that’s at once pouty while almost being a little girlish.
Now that we’re back in the room after a dinner the American had the decency to skip, I want to kiss her so badly I can taste it. There’s something about Vera Ivanova that calls to my primal nature.
What does a woman like her want?
I turn my back and unbutton my shirt without looking at her.
I notice when she doesn’t move, as if she’s frozen in place.
Whether or not we continue to be chaste and play it safe, we can still get fucked over if anyone finds out we’re sharing a room and that damn one bed.
Only one of those options sounds remotely appealing to me.
Only one of those options gets me closer to Vera and closer to her father.
I shrug out of the dress shirt, fold it, and deliberately put it on top of the dresser by the door. My back still to her, I ball up my undershirt in my fist and slide it into a hamper.
Next, I reach for my belt buckle. I turn slightly to the side so she doesn’t see me looking at her as I very deliberately unfasten it. Her breath catches, and she subtly licks her lips.
Ah. That’s what I thought.
Vera has completely submerged herself in the world of erotic romance. She knows exactly what I could do with this belt, and I intend on doing every damn one of them.
I slowly pull it halfway out, then tug the rest out with a little swish.
Vera chokes.
When I look up to her, her gaze challenges mine.
“You’ve had a long day. You’re tired, aren’t you?”
Very sighs. “So tired.”
“Unfortunately, we have to address something.”
She eyes me curiously. “What?”
“I told you there would be consequences earlier, didn’t I?” My voice is husky as my need for her grows. My cock aches, and my balls are heavy.
“Wait, what?” Her beautiful eyes widen as she stares at me. “What are you talking about?”
Ha. As if a brilliant woman like her forgot. Nice try.
She’s so fucking beautiful and wholesome. Those wide green eyes beckon me to come and rest, like a grassy field under the heat of a summer day. I haven’t rested in fucking decades.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Is that how you’re going to play this, Markov?”
Ah, the age-old art of deflecting.
“You were the one who decided I was your husband, and you were the one who thought it wise to be disrespectful to your husband.” I wrap the belt around my fist and make a little loop. Snap it.
There’s no denying it now. I catch the widening of her pupils, the breathless sound of her breath. The way she swallows hard. Vera Ivanova is turned on. I’m going to give her the slightest little taste of what she’s read and no doubt fantasized about.
I shake my head. “I’ve told you what I expect, Vera.”
She opens her mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out.
“You’ll turn around and face that bed. Bend over onto your arms.” Doing so will expose her to me, and I’m banking on the fact that the thought likely terrifies and arouses her.
“Markov, what are you doing?” Her voice is all wobbly.