Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Widening my stance, I keep a tight hold of her as I begin to set a fast pace. Everytime I drive into her, I yank her ass back, getting drunk all over again from her cheeks slapping against my pelvis and thighs.
As I fuck her harder and harder, Anastasia face-plants into the covers with a loud moan, and I move my hands to the sides of her ass, squeezing her cheeks together. The sight has ecstasy barreling through my body and draining the strength from my legs.
Falling over her back, I place a knee on the bed and continue to hammer into her, a roar tearing from me.
“Ah-ah-ah-ah.” It’s the only sound she can get between thrusts, her pussy fluttering around my cock as she comes.
When her body goes limp, I grab her hips again, keeping her ass in the air for me.
The pleasure doesn’t stop as I slow down, and I keep plunging into her, enjoying how amazing we are together.
“You good?” I finally manage to ask between harsh breaths.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles. “More than good.”
As I pull out, she jerks a few times from being oversensitive.
“Lie down and rest,” I say, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade before I pick up the face cloth.
In the bathroom, I take a moment to clean myself before returning to Anastasia to carefully wipe between her legs.
I go to toss the face cloth in the sink, and heading to the bed, I say, “Let’s get under the covers.”
She has zero strength, and I chuckle as I have to pin her to my body in order to pull the covers back. Lying down with her in my arms, I press a kiss to her mouth.
When she fights sleep, I brush my fingertips over her eyes so she’ll close them. “Nap a little, moya krasavitsa. I’ll wake you before we land.”
I watch as she drifts off, and throwing my left leg over hers, I curl my body around hers.
My thoughts turn to Sokolov, and how the bastard dared to attack my wife, family, and guests. Rage floods my chest as I think about all the ways to kill him.
CHAPTER 20
Rodian
When we get off the jet, the airfield is dead quiet.
“The stupid fucker doesn’t think you would bring the fight to him,” Andrei says as he opens the passenger door of an SUV that Mikhail, one of my captains, brought.
He was invaluable to me during the coup as he watched over Rosie when I couldn’t, and I trust him to help Sergei guard Anastasia on the plane.
She was still asleep when I kissed her goodbye, and I instructed Sergei that the men were to stay out of the bedroom.
“Always do the last thing the enemy will expect,” I say, and just as I sit down on the seat, my phone rings, and I dig it out. Seeing Rosie’s name, I quickly answer. “Hi.”
“What are you doing in Siberia?” she asks.
The damn tracking device she gave me is already a pain in my ass.
“Taking care of business,” I reply as Andrei shuts the door and jogs around the front of the SUV to get into the driver’s side.
“The others are going to be pissed–”
“Seriously, Rodian,” Enzo interrupts her, his tone telling me he’s not happy. “We’re supposed to be in an alliance.”
“I get that, but this is my fight. I let you have Yegor and Danill because of what they did to Rosie, but Sokolov is mine.”
“Fuck!” he snaps. “I’m leaving it to you to tell the others.”
“Fine.”
“Be safe out there,” Rosie says. “And as soon as you’re back, I have to give Anastasia, your family, and Andrei their trackers.”
“Okay. I’ll be in touch.”
We end the call, then I glance at my friend. “When we’re back home, Rosie will come over to give everyone their trackers, so don’t take off immediately.”
Even though we’re fucking close, Andrei has always been a lone wolf. My mother has tried to corner him many times to invite him to stay for a meal, but he always declines.
I pull up the map of where Sokolov’s hunting lodge is located and check the route and surrounding area. “We’ll park down the road from his place and go in on foot.”
“Okay,” Andrei murmurs. “Let me handle the guards where possible.”
I nod, zooming in on the woods and river behind the lodge to familiarize myself with the layout of the land.
We drive for close to an hour before Andrei pulls over on the side of the road about a mile from Sokolov’s property.
“Let’s do this,” he says as he switches off the engine.
I climb out and check my gun’s magazine before putting on warm gloves. Andrei grabs the machine gun and K-Bar that Mikhail left on the backseat for him, and the moment we enter the woods, he takes the lead.
I stay close behind him as we make our way through the thick snow, and we avoid talking because sound carries out here.