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)
Viktor takes a look at the large platter of bread on the table. "Are we eating lunch?”
"Of course we're eating lunch, sweetheart,” my mother says as she rises to her feet. "I'm glad you're hungry."
When Viktor came to us, he was severely malnourished and underfed. My mother took great delight in making his favorite meals and feeding him thoroughly until he put on weight. In high school, he started lifting and honing his body to where it is now.
Nikko sits at the table, bottle of water in his hand. "I interrogated him myself,” he says, obviously not caring that our mother is within earshot, Polina is somewhere nearby, and my wife is sitting right next to me. "He knows almost nothing. I don't blame our questioning techniques. It seems like Volkov doesn't have much of a plan. He's flying by the seat of his pants, and from what information I’ve gathered, his own brothers don't trust him anymore.”
“It makes sense,” Aleks says. “His reckless disregard for the rules we all agreed on. Dangerous risks, like drones and sending new inductees here to fulfill whatever it is he demands.” He shakes his head.
“And Kolya says Volkov is losing his mind. We can no longer reason with him.”
I lean back in my chair, thinking.
“If he’s unpredictable, we won’t sit waiting anymore. We’ll work as usual because he will strike when he thinks we’d least expect it. Tomorrow, we’re back to work and we stay vigilant and in constant communication.”
He reaches for my hand. “That includes you, little hacker.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Aria
"Cancel all notifications, meetings, and anything else on my calendar until further notice,” Mikhail snaps at Chantelle.
We are back in the office where I first met him, and I suspect his administrative assistant doesn't really like me. She pretends that she does, because of course she's a professional, but as soon as I stepped foot in there, she narrowed her eyes at me, and I didn't miss the way her jaw tightened. She speaks to Mikhail but never to me. Who could blame her? I fucked things up for her when I first met them.
Now here I am, living in the lap of luxury and little does she know I'm carrying the mob boss’s baby. I guess she'll know soon enough. And is it really a tragedy for me? I'm safe. As safe as I can be, anyway.
Ollie was right. No one has attacked. Mikhail is back to work because, as Ollie suggested, we all need to pretend that we are not afraid. We all need to pretend that things are normal, that we're not expecting blowback from Volkov. That we’re not expecting anything. We know, though. We know he hasn't given up on us, and that we can expect an attack. We just won't wait in hiding anymore.
When Mikhail has me alone in his office, he lifts me and puts me on his desk. “This is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen," he says, in a deep growl of a voice.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"My pregnant wife with her legs spread wide on my desk," he bites back, as if surging through his own emotions. "I imagined you here. And now I want to remember you here.”
I swallow and bite my lip. “How might we do that?”
Standing, he removes his belt. I watch greedily, my body heating at the look he gives me. Wordlessly, he lifts my hands above my head and secures them with the belt.
“Legs open,” he drawls, his accent thickening. “And remember how I punished you for coming without permission.”
Oh God, do I.
“So what are you going to do, Aria?”
Inhaling deeply, he stifles a groan as he drags a finger down my damp panties.
“Ask for permission,” I breathe, as my hips jerk. “May I come?”
I swear the sound of his deep chuckle vibrates through me. My body clenches with need. Wordlessly, he lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders before he presses his tongue to the heat between my legs. I whimper and bite my lip, my head falling to the side.
“You may come when I tell you. Not a second earlier.”
I want to stab my fingers through his hair, but my wrists are secured tight, of course. Damn that doctor. I could’ve played the pregnancy card before, but now I’m toast.
“Okay, yes, alright.” I nod maybe a bit too eagerly as his thick fingers deftly remove my panties. He arranges me back over his shoulders and without warning, gives me a long, lazy stroke of his tongue.
I cry out, it feels so damn good. “Oh, God, yes.” When I realize how loud I am, my cheeks heat. What if someone hears?
I lose myself to sensation, the warm feel of his mouth on me, the way his hands grip my ass possessively. I close my eyes as waves of ecstasy begin to course through me until I’m on the edge.