Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
As soon as my cock was free, he lapped at my tip, then wrapped his lips around me and sucked me to the back of his throat. I groaned long and low, tightening my fingers in his hair. Tilting his head back just right, I began to drive my cock down his throat, watching as his eyes went all hazy for me and he fell into that headspace only I was capable of putting him in.
It was a heady fucking feeling knowing I had this much power over him.
“I own you, kotik,” I snarled down at him, my balls already drawing up tight. I wasn’t going to last long. Not after seeing him torture a man with so much careful calculation. Only a true monster could do something like that, and fuck, when he let his out to play, he was magnificent. “Tell me I fucking own you.”
His words were garbled around my cock, but I understood them well enough. With a shout of his name, I came down his throat, forcing myself so deep, he couldn’t breathe. Only once my balls were empty did I slide out of his wet mouth, leaving him spluttering and gasping for breath on the floor beneath me.
After fixing my slacks, I kneeled on the floor in front of him and tipped his chin up with my bloody hand. Mesmerized by the crimson staining his skin, I swiped my finger over his cheek, admiring how perfect blood looked on his skin.
“I’m not supposed to be able to love anyone due to my psychopathy,” I told him as I smeared more of Crane’s blood on his face, turning his handsome face into a work of art, “but I firmly believe if I could love someone, kotik, I would love you.”
His breath left him on a soft exhale. He didn’t respond, but I didn’t need him to. Him allowing me to see him so vulnerable like this was more than enough for me.
22
Adrian
“I need to shower,” I told Ivan as we left the basement after disposing of Crane’s body and cleaning the room up. “I smell like bleach and blood, and it’s not that great of a mixture.”
He snorted. “I can use one, too.” Turning to face me, he walked backward, heading for the stairs. I followed him, arching a brow at him, knowing something that would either irritate me or amuse me would be coming out of his mouth. “We can conserve water and shower together.”
I rolled my eyes. Looked like we were hitting both on the nail. “If I let you shower with me, we can’t fool around, Ivan. I need to quickly shower, get dressed, then pack a bag for everyone. They should be heading for the safe house soon, and I need to talk to James and get him up to speed now that he’s conscious.”
Ivan nodded and held up his hands in a complacent gesture that had me huffing a laugh. “Sure. No funny business. I promise. I’ll be good.”
Good. I snorted. Good wasn’t something Ivan was capable of.
He turned back around and began to ascend the stairs. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t admire the way his ass flexed with every step he took. The man was beautifully sculpted and clearly took great care of his body. How the fuck was I lucky enough to have him obsessed with an old fuck like me? He was still in his late twenties, and I was already hitting forty.
Whatever part of his psychopathy made him obsessed with me, I wouldn’t question it. Because now that I’d given in to him and let him have me, I couldn’t envision my life without him now. In such a very short amount of time, we’d become so deeply tethered, I didn’t know if I could breathe without him.
“I know my ass looks great in these pants,” Ivan said, turning on the landing to look down at me, “but you’re the one who said we don’t have time to waste.”
I nodded and began to climb the stairs. “Sorry—got lost in my head for a moment.”
He arched a brow at me. “Anything I should be concerned about?”
I shook my head. “Nah. I’m good—promise.”
He hummed and headed down the hall. “If you say so, kotik. Which room is yours?”
I snorted. “As if you don’t know.”
He turned his head and winked at me over his shoulder. “I was trying to dim down my stalking skills a bit, kotik, but yeah, I know.” He pushed open my bedroom door, already working at the buttons of his shirt with his other hand.
I just sighed and followed him inside, nudging the door shut back behind me with my foot.
The safe house I sent the family to was set in a quaint little neighborhood with a lot of blue-collar families. Moms drove vans and SUVs, and dads drove trucks. Kids played in the street, and it felt like there was a speed bump located every fucking three yards. I understood it was for safety reasons and to keep people from speeding, but after speed bump number seven, I’d lost my fucking patience with them.