Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Then he’s up me again, his mouth on mine, taking what he wants.
I lean down and help him yank off his boxers, and then he’s against me, throbbing and ready. He pushes inside slowly, torturing us both. I dig my nails into his biceps, marveling at the cut muscle.
The panther on his neck gleams purple eyes at me.
Then he’s inside me. All of him. Full and deep. I catch sight of us in that mirror again, and we look complete somehow.
Pausing, he leans down and kisses me, making me feel surrounded by him. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Emotion swamps me and I nod, one tear leaking from my eye. He licks it away and then plants his hand over my breast—right over my heart. “Always, Rosalie,” he whispers, before he starts to move. Fast and wild, he pounds into me, driving me up again. I climax with a desperate shudder, once and then again. Yet he keeps hammering.
I blink, trying to keep up, getting sore.
He reaches down and flicks my clit, arcing flames through me. I cry out, holding on, shutting my eyes. I’m reaching the pinnacle again. So close. Holding my breath, I fall over, biting his chest to keep from screaming. The waves undulate through me with brutal strength, expanding when he jerks hard against me, grunting my name.
We both quiet. My mind is spinning, and my body is done. Alexei tosses the covers over us both and cuddles me close. “I wasn’t kidding about the panties,” he murmurs.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Rosalie
My body is deliciously sore as I work at my computer on Tuesday morning, having called into work for a sick day. Alexei hadn’t given me much of a choice, so I decided to work from home. I awakened early to hear him softly strumming his guitar, which he must’ve brought to my house at some point, and my heart truly warmed. The song was beautiful, and I’m thrilled he’s turned back to music.
He’s currently attending a meeting with mob members, no doubt dangerous people, and I can’t help but worry about him. Garik insisted on accompanying him, so I have two new guys watching the front door of my place.
I’m not on board with being okay with murder. The fact that he did kill David Fairfax still throws me. I love Alexei, and I married him with my eyes mostly open. I do wonder if there’s a way to run his mob with rules. Law abiding ones. I’ll stick with him no matter what, but I think I can do some good with his organization.
Alexei had also promised to keep Ella safe. I’m sure he’ll confiscate her computer and try to erase the video, and I hope she works with him. He won’t hurt her, but I don’t have any guarantee that she won’t hurt him. She can’t physically, but with a computer, she’s a menace. I also had to tell him of her ability to infect gemstones with a virus that can transfer to a person trying to charge them.
While I love her, I love him, too. There has to be a way to get them to like and trust each other. I’m a planner, and all I need to do is come up with a good plan. I hope Ella sees that Alexei is protecting her from a contracted hit. And I hope Alexei sees that Ella reacts out of fear and sometimes loneliness.
My phone buzzes and I lift it to my ear. “Mooncrest.”
“Hey, Rosalie. It’s Detective Battlement.”
My heart drops. “Hi, Detective.”
His sigh holds weight. “I shouldn’t be calling you, but we’re issuing an arrest warrant for you, and I needed to give you a heads up.”
“Why?” I ask.
“I like you. You remind me of my youngest sister, who’s always falling for the wrong man. She gets into trouble like you do. Also, I hate putting innocents away, but you’re culpable here. Please turn yourself in this morning so we don’t have to hunt you down and handcuff you.” He ends the call.
I feel sick and instantly call my attorney.
“Joseph Cage,” he answers, sounding distracted.
“Hi. Detective Battlement just called, and they’re going to arrest me.” A headache pounds at the base of my neck. “I need to turn myself in.”
“Shit. I was afraid of that.” Cage sounds much more focused. “I’ve had our tech folks watching the feeds from the reception area of our firm to find who might’ve stolen your letter opener and paperweight. So far, we’ve had no luck.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I’ve been racking my brain and haven’t thought of anything that helps. If we have a recording of any delivery people coming into the front reception area, at least we’ll have an idea where to start.”
“I agree.”
My head is spinning. “Do you think Battlement really has enough to arrest me?”
“He thinks he does,” Cage says. “He’s got motive, opportunity, and your prints. It’s enough to bring you in and arrest you, which will give him grounds for a search warrant for your house.”