Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 100796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Oksana had frozen with her lips still wrapped around me, and it took me a second to realize what she was doing.
“Swallow,” I said. When she did, it gave me an aftershock of pleasure and I jerked, half-laughing at the crazy sensation. It was thrilling she’d waited for my command, and she might have just given me the best BJ of my life. I mean, how the fuck was that possible? I had to be a phenomenal teacher.
She retreated off me, but I still had hold of her hair, and wasn’t done looking at her like this, her kneeling between my legs. Under my direction, she tilted her head and laid her cheek against my thigh, her big, doe eyes staring up at me. Her parted lips were damp and swollen, and she took in deep breaths as if I’d worn her out.
Or maybe looking at me was doing that to her, making her out of breath. I liked that idea.
One push of the power button on the remote shut the entire system down, and the TV screen went dark. I kept hold of her hair, dropped the remote, and cupped her face with my free hand, brushing my thumb over her lips. She blinked lazily as I pressed it inside her mouth, and she did what she was supposed to. Her lips closed around it and sucked. I’d just come, so my cock was out of commission, but my orgasm had done fuck all to take away the lust.
“Tomorrow,” I said, “when I get home from work, you’ll wear that ‘wedding night’ shit I bought you, and my robe. Be sitting on my bed at six o’clock, ready for me.”
I withdrew my thumb and smeared the wetness over her lips as I watched anxiety and excitement flash through her eyes. Yes, I answered her unasked question. Tomorrow I claim what’s mine.
The rush of my orgasm left me both lax and awake, and apparently goddamn chatty, because the words spilled out. “You asked if it was satisfying killing the guy who shot my father. Thing is . . . Ivan didn’t do it.”
Her posture straightened. The question was on her face, but before she could ask, she seemed to suspect the answer. Her shoulders tensed.
“Yeah.” My lips curled in a lifeless smile. “My dad was a piece of shit, too, and it was satisfying as hell to put a bullet through his head.”
17
Oksana
Every alarm went off in my body. Warning sirens screamed danger. It wasn’t news Vasilije was a killer, but to murder his own family? Any kill was hard, but my brother said the personal ones were the worst. They fucked you up, sometimes permanently. The alarms wailed louder that I wasn’t disguising my thoughts from my face. I was only supposed to know what Vasilije told me.
Dimitrije Markovic had been almost as powerful as his older brother Goran. How the hell was Vasilije still alive? It had to be because Goran didn’t know. Holy shit. Did anyone know? And . . . why had Vasilije told me?
Because you’re a stupid toy for him to play with. I was his pet, and nothing more. I needed to remember that, but I couldn’t help how my voice was tight, choked with eagerness. “Tell me every detail.”
His wide grin reached all the way to his glittering eyes and he looked like he wanted to swallow me whole. “Yeah?”
He sat up and seized my head in his hands, tilting me up to meet his harsh kiss. His mouth was rough and dominating. Was this kiss he was delivering now the closest Vasilije got to passion? His tongue tangled with mine as we battled for control over my mouth. I lost, of course. He was the devil and tasted like sin. Dark, delicious evil.
“You tell me again,” he muttered against my mouth, “how we’re not like each other.”
An icy chill clung to my skin, but I didn’t mind it. I was cold, like he always was. And if anyone would understand him, it was me. Vasilije had done what I was trying to do.
My father deserved to die. If I couldn’t do it, I’d ask Vasilije to volunteer.
He reached behind my back and undid the hooks of my bra then pulled it away from my body. It dropped silently to the thick rug, and I set my palms on his knees, smoothing my hands up his denim covered thighs. But his kiss ended and his expression turned smug.
“Go clean up the dishes from dinner, and then maybe I’ll tell you.”
I filled my lungs with a deep breath as he tucked himself back in his underwear and did up his jeans. He was completely dressed and I was stark naked, and as he pulled us both to our feet, I knew what was going to happen. I’d have to clean and put everything away while he watched me.