Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I cannot tell if the fire pushing heat through my body is anger, passion, or both.
I lean forward, forehead resting against the stone, the cool water from the rain showerheads around me pounding against my back. But none of it eases the fire, the desire making itself known in my dick.
I grasp it with a growl, and a jolt of electricity rips through me, the streams of water washing away the liquid already leaking from the head.
My hand slips up and down, aided by the water and soap. My only thought is to get this out of my system so I can focus on more important things.
Except the warmth of my palm becomes Eva in my mind’s eye, and her soft, warm, wet folds taking me in as she throws her head back with a gasp.
I can feel her skin against mine, hot and dripping with moisture, just as she is around my cock. Eva writhes and moans as I pull out, then cries out as I slam back inside her.
Another crack of electricity bolts through me, and I pound my hand against the shower wall.
Her moans set me on fire until I can barely think. She’s helpless beneath me, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, unable to end her exquisite torture though she begs me. But that power is mine, not hers.
My hand pumps faster, my breath coming in sharp gasps. I’m in dangerous territory, but the pleasure is too addictive to stop now.
Eva cries out with each pounding thrust, her head thrown back, her hands tangled in her dark hair, spread around her in a wild, glossy mess. Her body stiffens, her hips rising to meet mine, her slick pussy clamping around me.
I’m nearly there, my hand flying, my body tensing until my muscles feel as hard as steel.
She explodes with a scream, her entire body shaking and jerking against mine, her pussy contracting around me, the sensation making sparks flare in front of my eyes.
I come with a shout, pounding against the wall as my dick jerks in my hand until I’ve emptied completely. The intensity of my orgasm leaves me breathless, lightheaded in a way I can’t remember feeling before.
The frustration and anger hit me as I clean myself and the wall, and by the time I’m out of the shower, dry, and dressed, I’m seething. When I storm into the room where Dmitri and a few other vors sit around a table playing cards, my second-in-command takes one look at the storm on my face and scrambles out of his chair after me.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
My response is a growl as I grab a set of keys from the collection on the wall. “I need a drink.”
Dmitri eyes me but doesn’t say anything, following me to the car with only two seats and far more horsepower than the LA streets need. I don’t care. I’ll do anything to leave that damn woman behind in the dust.
5
EVA
I’m supposed to be working, typing at my computer, installing backdoors and exploiting weaknesses to access forbidden files. Why? I have no idea. That’s above my need-to-know. Orders came down from on high, and now I’m breaking into the files of some genuinely terrifying people.
Still, no one is as terrifying as the man who stormed into my basement only days ago. The man with a gaze sharp as ice, with very little humanity behind it. The man with the horrible scars on one side of his face, the side he kept in shadow that night at the club.
What had happened to the hot, charming Mr. Giant who’d fought off Jordan’s attackers and patched me up so gallantly? I honestly thought I was going to die, with every fiber of my being. I was waiting for the bullet, praying Katie or my father wasn’t the one who found me.
The man who stormed into my house? I assume he’s Evgeny Kucherov, head of the Kucherov Bratva. He believed I was hacking to cause trouble. Apparently, he’d even tied that to my appearance at the club, thinking it was somehow part of my plan to…
What?
I have no idea what. No one has told me a thing since I arrived. I get meals and orders, and that’s it. At least one armed and very grumpy man stands outside my door at all times, so I’ve been confined to this set of rooms, and only these rooms, for three days now.
I should be working, but instead I’m staring at the ceiling over the enormous bed I haven’t slept in because I haven’t been able to shut my brain off. I don’t want to show all those men out there how terrified I am, but every time I close my eyes, my entire body shakes, the tears come, and my breath is short as the walls close in on me.