Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. She was all mine now. There was no letting go. No giving back.
I press kisses against her forehead, not wanting her to feel any pain, and hating that I’d been the one to cause it. I hated myself. But she was mine. Time passed, and I waited.
Charlotte was the one to make the first move. She began to thrust against me. Letting her go, I stare down at her. Tears trailed out of her eyes, and I hated that I’d been the one to cause them. Taking hold of her hands, I locked our fingers together, and slowly I began to pull out of her, making love to her.
Sliding in and out, taking my time. I watch her eyes, waiting to see if she’s in any kind of pain. There is none that I see. She released a gasp and I pause.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.
“You’re not. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Taking her pussy, I drive inside her, feeling my own orgasm start to build. Her pussy is incredibly tight and I just can’t hold back. I don’t want to. A woman’s first time was meant to be the best of her life, which always made me wonder how the fuck that was. They always felt pain. It was freaking new.
Charlotte’s first time wasn’t the best one, but I knew every single time after that would be better than before.
****
The Butcher
The carnage before me is pretty. I like it.
The men are all dead—all seven of them—but then, they deserved it. Taking girls off the street, raping them, posting videos of them on the internet. They were all sick fucks. The cops ignored the complaints. They ignored one man’s pleas, but I didn’t.
I hated men who abused women. I hated cops who were dirty.
Clapping echoed around the silent room and I smiled.
“Ivan Volkov,” I said. I should have known he’d turn up. He’d been trying to reach me for a couple of weeks, but I hadn’t been taking his calls. I didn’t work for the Bratva, nor did I work for anyone else.
Turning around, I see that Ivan sat in the only vacant chair. He wasn’t there when I first arrived. I always make sure to clock my surroundings. Ivan is a dangerous man. To many, he’s scary, but he’s safe from me. I have no desire to kill him. Even though he was ruthless man with a scary reputation, he was also fair. He didn’t abuse his power. If he did, I’d have to deal with him.
“You’re a hard person to track down,” he said.
“What do you want?” I didn’t work for Ivan Volkov, but that didn’t mean I didn’t do work for him from time to time. I’d done so in the past. His past was an interesting one, but it certainly hadn’t defined the man he’d become. Or had it?
“I have a business proposition for you.”
“I’m not interested.”
Ivan chuckled. “You haven’t heard what I want.”
“You have a territory that’s vacant. You have a list of enemies a mile long, and then some, and you don’t need me to come and clean up that shit. You’ve been to see The Beast, so I’m guessing you’ve offered him a place. You don’t need me.”
“And you don’t think you and him could work together?”
“No, we couldn’t.”
“You know, it’s intriguing to me, which one of you would be more … deadly.”
I glare at him.
The Beast and I were similar. I believe our kill rates were the same, or close. After tonight, I might be ahead of him a little. The Beast could be bought, I rarely could.
Folding my arms across my chest, I look at Ivan, because the truth was, I was intrigued. People were terrified of me. No one knew exactly who or what I was. Running a territory would be new, kind of exciting, and I’d certainly get shit in line, but that meant swearing loyalty to Ivan Volkov, and that was something I vowed never to do. Not because of him being Bratva, but because he was a man.
Ivan smiled. “This is good work. I’ll see you around.”
****
Lottie
I was no longer a virgin.
I’d had sex. And I had enjoyed it. Not the pain. No, the pain had been awful, but once that had subsided I had loved everything else. He’d given me not one, but two orgasms, and they had felt amazing.
Rolling onto my side, I look across at my sleeping husband. I had drifted off after we’d changed the bedsheets. It was a little late in the afternoon. My stomach growled.
“You need feeding,” Ive said.
“You’re awake.” I reached out and pressed a hand toward his chest, but I didn’t get the chance to touch him as he stopped me.