Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Sleeping in the sitting room sucked when I should have been wrapped around her, but we need to work things out. She needs to understand that I want her to be my wife and not just some fuck toy. Granted, I still want to fuck the shit out of her every chance I get, but I want her to give me a family. When I saw her, I saw something special and I knew we’d be perfect together.
My patience is wearing thin with every moment that passes by.
“You’re on edge, Kosta,” Grigor says, taking a drink of his coffee.
“Damn straight I am. What the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“I’d say we just drop the Colombians and make an alliance with the Italians, but I doubt that’s what’s got you fucked up in the head. I’m betting it’s all to do with the beautiful spitfire upstairs.”
“And you’d be right.”
“Have you considered telling her the truth about her father?” he asks as if I hadn’t already considered that option, but what if she doesn't believe me and thinks I made that shit up? Then what? I pour myself a glass of vodka.
He stares at my glass. “You do realize it’s ten in the morning, right?”
“Are you my fucking mother?”
“No, sorry, Boss. Drink up.” He tosses his hands up in the air.
There’s a knock at my office door.
“What?” I bark out.
“Boss, the stylist has left,” Ivan says through the door.
“Thank you.”
“Bring Daniella in here now,” I snarl to Grigor. He stands and then hesitates as he sees me pour another drink and down it. “Bring her in here now. She’s been upstairs too fucking long, and she and I have some matters to discuss.” I sit back in my chair and steeple my fingers with my elbows on the armrests.
“Yes, Boss.” He takes his cup with him and my bottle of vodka. Asshole.
I wait for her to come down, feeling more tense by the moment. The alcohol having done nothing to calm my nerves. I’ve lost my suit jacket and rolled up my sleeves.
A knock at the door brings Grigor back with Daniella at his side. “Come inside.”
She steps inside with an air of fake confidence. After all, she’s been left to herself without me bothering her and now given the best money could buy in clothes. “You summoned me?” That mouth.
She wants to disrespect me in front of my men as if there are no consequences to that. If she was my wife then I might just spank her ass and warn her that it’s not good in front of anyone other than Grigor, but from the look on her face, nothing has changed since the other night.
“So are you set in your ways about being my whore?” I ask outright, giving no fucks that my second in command is standing right behind her.
“Are you going to harm my brother?” she tosses back.
“I haven’t decided,” I say, pretending to consider what will happen, but then I add, “He might be useful in other capacities, but you will never see him again.”
“You’re a…”
I reach up and press my hand to her mouth. “Yes, I know…a monster. I’m much more than that. Grigor, keep everyone away from my office. I’ll be busy with my whore for the next bit, so I want some privacy.” Grigor’s eyes widen in shock, and Daniella gasps. “What? I thought that’s what you wanted, Daniella. You’d rather be my little slut instead of my wife.”
“Yes, well. It’s not much different.”
“I’ll be outside.” I nod to Grigor and as he closes the door, I walk over and lock it.
“It’s not much different?” I ask, tugging my tie loose and pulling it off. “Free my cock from my pants now.” She stares at me in shock as if she expected something else. “You heard me. Unbutton my pants, pull down my zipper, and take my length out.” She slowly reaches out and grabs at my belt. “Get to it, my little whore.” She stalls for a second time.
Reaching out, I grab her hair and pull her head back. “Stop taking your time. A little slut like you will suck hard and fast, ready to service me well. I should be pleased.” She rolls her eyes, and I grip her hair harder. “Don’t be so upset, Daniella. You asked for this. Now, suck on my cock. I want to see you mouth fuck the hell out of it.”
“I haven’t…”
I grip her cheeks hard, letting her feel my anger. “I sure the fuck hope not. Now open.” I let go forcefully, and she opens her mouth. I push the tip past her plump pink lips and watch as I work my cock in and out. As much as I want to punish her for saying that shit, I don’t want to hurt her. Once she gets the hang of it, I let her take over, directing her. “Stroke my cock while you suck like you’re hungry for my cum.”