Priceless Read online Jane Henry (Ruthless Doms #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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I lean down and gently brush my lips against hers. She moans into my mouth, her arms encircling my neck. I hold her to me, losing myself in that kiss.

She is no girl but a woman, and the moment my lips meet hers, I know.

She's mine.

No man will ever touch her again. This woman belongs to me.

I hold her to me while we kiss, her tears and the water mingling between us, so sweet, so sexy, so perfect. This kiss is one of exploration, of hope, and longing. Sun rising on a new day filled with promise, a vow that neither of us has had the courage to speak out loud. No matter what happens, no matter what danger lurks around us, Marissa is mine.

We pull away minutes or hours later, and still it's too soon.

"Our food will be coming soon," I tell her. She doesn't know I ordered a slice of cake to celebrate her birthday.

"Good," she says. "I'm starving."

I smile. She's always starving. I turn the shower off, step out and reach for two towels. After I sling one about my waist, I take her hand and lead her out, then towel dry her off. She holds onto my shoulders while I dry her, then tuck the towel around her.

My longing for her is near-combustible. I want to lead her to that bed and make love to her, to truly claim her and say to her with my body what I can't say out loud. But I've already taken this too far. I can't let anything threaten her safety. This isn't some lover's getaway, but a mission, and one I will not fail.

They almost got us once. It cannot happen again.

We dress, neither of us saying anything. We shared something sacred in that shower. We've broken down a wall that’s kept us apart for years. We've claimed something that lay hidden between us, and now that we've shed dazzling daylight on truth, there is no turning back.

A knock sounds at the door. I hold up a silent finger to her and walk to the door. Peering through the peep hole, I notice a uniformed member of staff holding a large silver tray.

"Room service," I tell her, putting the gun back into my waistband.

I open the door.

"You ordered food, sir?"

I nod and gesture for him to come in. But when he does, I feel that something is off. My hand is on my gun before I realize it, my instincts telling me to prepare. I look curiously as he sets the silver tray beside us, but he won't meet my eye. He's wearing a suit jacket, and reaching into the pocket. I'm already prepared to shoot when he removes a bill from his pocket. Fuck, I need to get a grip. "Just sign on the dotted line, and we'll bill your room," he says. I exhale, release my hold on my gun, and start to sign when Marissa screams.

"Nicolai!"

He's reached for a knife on the tray. I pull away just in time as he slashes at me. She's screaming, but I've got him on the ground, pinned beneath me.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask, my gun at his temple, but Marissa screams again and again and I realize we aren't alone. I look up to see three men dressed in black with their arms on her, and I lose my fucking mind.

I shoot the man on the ground straight through his forehead, and don't bother to watch his body contort and writhe before I'm shooting the men that have her. One falls dead, but someone grabs me from behind.

"Nicolai!" she screams with wide-eyed terror as they drag her from the room. I'm shooting at them, but there are too many, easily a dozen men in black now swarming the entire room. I can't get to her.

"Nicolai!" Her high-pitched scream of terror knifes my heart as I try to wrestle out of the grip of those that hold me. Something black and thick covers my head. I elbow someone and they howl in pain, but my seconds of freedom quickly end when they pull the hood tight. I can't breathe. I can't get away from them. My limbs are pinned, my vision blackened. There's something on my throat cutting off my air supply. I fall to my knees, contorting and fighting as hard as I can, but I'm only one man against a veritable army.

Her screams fade. They’re taking her away. I fight harder still, as my world fades to blackness.

PART TWO

Chapter 8

Nicolai

Three months later

The key to not rousing suspicion when you have a cover you have to keep is to walk in like you own the place. Like you belong there. And not betray the fact that if your cover is blown you’d be brutally tortured as punishment for being a traitor and murdered before the sun sets.


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