Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls with another savage thrust.
I don’t want to cave so easily, so I clamp my lips together. But when he stalls his thrusting, hovering above me waiting for my response, I nearly lose my mind. It’s worse than any spanking he could give me. I want to climax. If I don’t, I’ll lose my mind.
“Aria,” he warns, pressing my wrists more firmly. “Tell me.”
I’m craving his cock like I’m dying of thirst in a desert. I finally cave. “I’m…I’m yours,” I whisper. The next thrust sends me spiraling into ecstasy, and he’s claiming that. Claiming me.
His breath catches as he thrusts again with a low growl. Every nerve in my being culminates in this. Ecstasy floods me. I’m completely swept away, empowered by his own guttural growl of ecstasy. His hot come lashes in my pussy as pleasure wraps me in a hot, tight cocoon. Again and again he thrusts, as both of us ride the waves of perfection together.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mikhail
She’s absolutely wrecked.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this pleased over anything I’ve done.
We lazily clean up with our ragged clothes. I lift her to my chest. She leans against me, boneless, her head on my shoulder. My beautiful, feisty, brilliant little hacker.
My wife.
I brought her to my home and made her mine. She gave me good reason. But now that she’s here…now that she’s mine…
No. I have a duty to perform and so does she. If I let myself have feelings for her, I’m leading myself to a dark, dark place.
“I instructed my staff to leave us food. We’ll eat, and then settle in for the night.”
“Mmmph,” she mumbles incoherently against my chest. “Your home is lovely. I can’t wait to explore it. Tell me I’ll get to explore it or will you…”
“You may explore my home because it belongs to you, too. I kept you prisoner at first because I did not know what you were capable of.” I know now, though, that if she wants to escape in any way, she’s written her own death sentence, and not just from me.
Her circumstances keep her captive better than any cuffs might.
“But first, you’ll eat and get some rest.”
“Food sounds good right about now.”
I lay her on the couch and drape a soft white blanket around her body. I love the way she sighs in contentment. I quickly pull on a pair of boxers and go to the kitchen then check my messages from my brothers.
Lev: Volkov’s men have retreated. He won’t say it but he knows he fucked up. Unlikely to be retaliation right now.
Right now, when she’s only minutes past being fucked in my living room.
When I’ve gotten her pregnant, that will be another story.
Kolya: Congrats, my son. Your father would be proud.
I wish he’d leave my father out of this. Still, I send him a message back. He means the well wishes.
The next message is from Aleks.
She did an excellent job. It’s honestly pretty impressive. Don’t fire me, will you?
I snort to myself. He’s actually admitting she has superior skills. As someone who prides himself on being the best, this takes some humility.
I won’t fire you but don’t count on your Christmas bonus
That’s fine, I wasn’t going to get you anything anyway. You inherited an entire clan of badasses, what more do you need?
Lucky me
I drop my phone on our food tray.
I actually wish I’d kept staff on so I wouldn’t have to leave her and could instruct them to bring us our food. I don’t like leaving her side. I make quick work of retrieving what they left, and when I come back, her eyes are half-lidded.
“Aria.”
She only mumbles to herself and shifts, pulling the blanket up to her chin.
“Food,” I try again, but I already know it won’t work when I hear a light snore.
I set the tray of food on a side table, snag my phone, then and bend and lift her. She doesn’t wake, but nestles against my chest and whispers something incoherent.
I walk into the master suite to the scent of jasmine and roses. My first time ever bringing a woman into my bedroom. I instructed staff to make my bedroom less…austere. I wasn’t really sure what they’d do, but the flowers are a nice touch.
I lay her on the bed and brush the hair out of her face. Traces of makeup from earlier linger on her skin. Does she have a…nighttime routine or something? Not so sure what to do about that.
I text Polina.
Aria is asleep but she hasn’t gotten ready for bed yet. What do I do about…the makeup? Hair?
I am SO screenshotting this for future blackmail. This might be the sweetest text you’ve ever sent.
I control your phone access. I can delete your screenshots. And what’s sweet about it? Maybe I don’t want makeup smeared on my pillowcase.