Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Venus snorted, a sound that would’ve been dismissive if her eyes hadn’t been scanning my face like she was trying to read a complicated map. “You think you know everything, Piston.”
“I don’t,” I admitted without hesitation, I had my hands resting on her hips, but not holding her back. I had to. Otherwise, I’d have them fisted in her hair as I fucked her mouth with my tongue. “I don’t know near everything. If I did, you’d have been in my bed a very, very long time ago.”
I saw the exact moment my words registered. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. I timed my movement perfectly and covered her lips with mine the second she opened her mouth, likely to give me a piece of her mind.
If it was possible, this kiss was even more fiery than the last. There was a struggle for dominance and, I gotta tell ya, I have no idea how I managed to win that initial battle. Probably because it was a sneak attack.
You know what? No. It wasn’t a sneak attack. She kissed me first, Goddamnit! She started this. It was only fair I finish it. True or not, the thought gave me the strength I needed to power through the intoxicating taste of her sweet lips and tongue and prove to her I could handle her. I could command her when necessary. It wasn’t something she necessarily wanted, but she needed it. No matter what she wanted, no matter how much she might be attracted to me, Venus -- Ulyana Volkov -- would never permanently attach herself to a mate she thought of as weaker than she was.
This was the moment I’d trained for my entire life. Nothing had ever been as important to me as this woman. Nothing ever would. I had no children. Had no prospect for having children. Even if I knew for sure she could have children, the woman would never put herself in a situation where she couldn’t control what was happening to her body. For Venus, it was all about control. It had been drummed into her from the day Victor had shipped her off to what amounted to assassin school.
Now, adopting little girls? Absolutely. She’d gather them in droves and make them just as outrageous and deadly as she was. Little boys were out of the question because she’d make them into men who were capable and willing to take over the world. Then she’d cheer them on from the sidelines with a pink concoction that looked like some fruity little drink with no bite, of which one sip would knock you on your ass. No. Being pregnant was an obvious vulnerability and that was something Venus would never allow herself. She’d been trained to view children the same way. As a something to be used against her. Over the years, however, I saw how she passively watched over every child in any club she visited. Like she’d already adopted the lot and hadn’t bothered to tell anyone.
With a grunt, I lifted her up without breaking our contact. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I pressed her against the nearest wall. I pressed as much of my body against hers as I could so there was no way she could miss the way my cock stood hard and proud for her.
Venus gasped into my mouth and I took her breath into my lungs, breathing in as she breathed out. She shuddered, but one hand landed on my shoulder and she clutched me to her, those nails of hers once again digging into my skin. Which made me even harder for her. I wanted to feel those wicked things digging furrows down my back. If she drew blood, I’d wear the scratches like badges of fucking honor.
She slid her other hand around my neck and grabbed the hair at my nape, pulling hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my dick. I growled against her lips, my grip on her hips tightening in response. The wall was unyielding behind her, but I doubt either of us cared. I knew I was a writhing mass of need and fucking lust by this point. I knew I couldn’t give in to those desires though. Not this time. Later. After she fully trusted me. Or, rather, once she realized she fully trusted me. If she didn’t already, I’d have been dead the first week we spent together hunting that motherfucker, Victor.
I shoved a hand up the bottom of her leather vest. Fuck, it wasn’t easy. I was certain I scratched or pinched her skin more than once. If I did, Venus didn’t care. If anything, it spurred her on.
Next thing I knew, she had my vest and shirt off, and the front zipper of her vest undone. Her breasts mashed against my chest and she rubbed herself over me like a cat marking its territory. Her nipples grazed over my chest hair and she gasped, looking into my eyes with that eerie pink gaze of hers.