Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
It’s been weeks since the first time she called me Johnny, and every time she does, it makes me even harder, makes the precome rise up even faster. I love hearing her say my name, and I will dedicate my life to finding new ways to make it fall off her lips. Despite our time together, there are new parts of her I have yet to explore.
I lay her back on the counter, intent on licking down her chest and stomach until I get to her pussy.
“Good thing I don’t have ants,” I joke. “This might have been really uncomfortable for you.”
My tongue dips inside her heat, and she cries it. “Worth it,” she sighs, already starting to come undone.
When I’ve licked her body clean, I want to taste her sex. This was her plan all along, of course. She is my favorite meal. I could lap her up every single night. Her hands ball up into fists next to her, and her head falls back, hanging off the other side of the counter. I crouch down, giving myself as much leverage inside of her as I can possibly get.
I add my fingers to the mix, feeling inside of her as my tongue circles around her most sensitive part. Her breath is already quickening, her legs shaking, a sure sign that she’s close. I pull back, teasing her. I want to be inside her, to feel her walls contract as she comes around me.
I quickly unbuckle my pants and thrust inside of her, watching as her head lifts in surprise. She cries out in pleasure, begging me to move faster. I pound into her with everything I have until we’re both in a heap. Nothing will ever feel this good.
When we’ve finished, she goes up to dress for dinner, though I tell her I’d be just as happy if she decided to eat buck-ass naked. In fact, I’d prefer it. But she tells me she’s sticky and wants to shower. I reluctantly let her go, already imagining our next round. I can’t get enough of her.
When she’s gone, I go into my office, wanting to check on a few status reports from the day. Lately, our syndicate has been dealing with a string of cyber-attacks. My best men have been looking into the attacks and working to beef up our firewall, but they keep coming.
One took out an entire real estate office for two days. We lost millions of dollars in business that day, and it infuriates me. I know who’s responsible, of course. I can’t prove it, but I know Dimitri has found a new way to attack me. The stupid man. He will never learn.
Then there are the notes that keep showing up for Kat. After that first package a few weeks ago, they showed up. Sometimes it was just one a day, other times I was getting ten or twenty in a single day.
I haven’t shown them to her or told her about them. I want her to feel safe. But I know someone is trying to intimidate her. The things they say in the notes are absolutely vile. This creep wants to hurt her, to make her pay.
I don’t believe anyone from her family is sending the notes. As unhinged as they are, they wouldn’t say such vile things to her. But this person is watching her. They’re waiting for her to be caught off-guard.
That’s why I can’t allow her out without a bodyguard. I can’t trust someone won’t try to hurt her. I should just be honest with her, but I’m afraid that if I tell her about the threats, she’ll want to handle it herself. That is a very bad idea. The idea of losing her makes me feel panicked.
I can’t deny that I’m falling for her. When I brought her here, my only goal was to claim her, but now she’s claimed me. She’s left her mark on me. She’s turned the tables, undoing everything I thought I wanted. And I don’t mind it. I’m okay with being marked by her.
I’m not okay with her putting herself in harm’s way, though. I don’t want her to have an interaction with her family that ends with that Zaitsev boy hurting her. He’s a loose cannon, and I can’t trust that he isn’t going to harm her in some way.
I just need to get a handle on the situation. I can have one of my guys tail him, even plant something on him if they have to. His family might be powerful, but they won’t be able to explain away drug possession.
No, I won’t ruin his life over veiled threats. But if he comes after her, I will end him. I’ll make him regret the very day he was born. The thought alone makes my blood boil. Did he really think he could send all those vile messages to her without me seeing them first?