Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
That’s two.
And with him crawling up over me and making space for himself between my legs, I know a third is going to happen soon.
He doesn’t wait to push into me. Driving in and pulling back, fast and relentless, pounding me like he’s a machine and not a man, we come together.
I tense up and cry out loudly as I surrender once more. His cock jerks and twitches deep inside of me, flooding me with his hot seed.
As we come together and lie as one to catch our breath again, I realize that he might have known best.
He didn’t need to cool down.
He needed this. He needed me. He needed to prove all over again how pointless it is to think I could ever walk away from this.
12
ANTON
Liliana is still next to me in bed. Naked and warm. Dead asleep. I can’t tell if she’s lingering from sheer exhaustion, given how many times I made her come last night, or if she’s figured out she has no chance of walking away from me. Yesterday, she got it in her head that she could sneak out of bed while I was still waking up.
Not this time.
Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, body lax, she is out.
I want to wake her with another orgasm, but common sense wins out.
Or rather, as I roll over carefully to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand, reality returns.
I slump back and scroll through the messages that came in last night. Most are forwarded from Viktor. Even he knows I can’t shut out everything. It’s a delicate line to walk, blocking most of the junk and minor noise while making sure I’m never in the dark about anything that matters. But he does it. After so many years working with me, he knows what’s urgent and what isn’t.
All the ripples of drama and anger from Roman’s stupidity matter.
I don’t want to return to the city just because Elena wants me there. I hate that going back so fast will make it look like I’m caving to her demands.
But I sit up and plan to leave anyway.
The Roncellis need to be addressed.
A couple of the other guys on the street have voiced concerns about more retaliation coming from what Roman said and how the Roncellis—and other enemies—interpreted his words.
I rub a hand over my face, dreading having to be the adult in this situation. Always the adult. The only one, most of the time. It grates on me, because my son is supposed to be a fucking adult too. Elena spoiling him caused this, and now I loathe that I’m the one who has to clean it up.
Without waking Liliana, I get dressed and watch her sleep. She doesn’t stir, resting there and looking like an angel, even though I know full well how naughty she is with me between the sheets.
I sigh, regretting that this has to be the end of the escape she gave me.
I have too many pressing matters to tend to in the city. Yet another headache from my son to tolerate. And my own annoyance to swallow down before I face my ex.
Without looking back, I turn and exit the room. I already have my phone in hand, texting Viktor. He’s been up for at least an hour by now, no doubt.
I will be ready to leave in a few minutes.
The updates came in last night that the roads are clear now, or most of them. It’s enough to get me back to normal fast.
Work.
That’s my norm.
Whether I like it or not, that’s what I’m used to. Attending meetings, strategizing takeovers, managing negotiations, and analyzing reports. Work is my life. This Bratva is my life. It’s not the wealth or power that I pride myself on. It’s how much success I can achieve while I’m at the helm.
Will Miss Baranova be accompanying us?
I scoff as I head down the stairs, ignoring the tug of memory as I pass the step where I first got a taste of Liliana’s sweet lips. It happened here, on this staircase, and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to give this spot some other meaning.
I reply to Viktor. No. She will not. Arrange accommodations for her.
That’s all I need to say about it. He won’t wait for further instructions. He’ll set up a driver for her and handle her car and the damage from when she skidded on the ice. It’s not the first time he’s made arrangements for a woman the morning after, and it won’t be the last.
Another cringe pulls on my face at that thought. Thinking of another woman—any other woman—irks me. It’s too soon.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I prepare to go to the garage. I really need to get back to the city and deep into work. Liliana’s already on my mind too much.