Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Make sure the head sits atop the pile of limbs and his torso,” Nikolai added, and I shook my head at his psychotic need to display that shit like a work of art.
After we left the warehouse, I met my brother at Sdat'sya, an establishment we owned. We sat at the bar, tossing back shots.
“Gotta find out more about this fucking rogue group.”
I nodded at what Nikolai said and tossed back another shot. “Yeah, no doubt. But we have to be smart. Can’t go off doing our own rogue shit and causing havoc, you hear me, brother?”
He snorted and looked at me. “Dmitry, you know damn well that's all we do… wreak havoc.”
As I stared at him, I felt my grin spread. “True that.” I nodded. “True fucking that,” I said, my voice cold and final.
Nikolai huffed in agreement. “They’ll all learn what it means to cross us.”
They sure fucking would.
14
GIO
She was sweet and soft and everything I should have stayed away from.
But… I couldn’t stop.
I kissed her like it was the last fucking thing I would ever do. I probed her mouth with my tongue, sweeping it inside the warm, wet, and soft confines of what I knew would be my addiction.
Irritation burned through me. I had no self-control where she was concerned. She shouldn’t be here. It wasn’t safe for her, and it would fucking complicate everything.
But Jesus Christ… I wouldn’t tell her to go.
The fire I saw in her eyes mirrored my own turbulent emotions.
She moaned against my mouth, and I pushed her back harder against the door, her little body making a thud from my weight and the force of my desire.
My cock was a fucking steel pipe in my pants, my balls heavy like an anvil. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight, until my nuts were drained dry and she was filled with me.
I felt this primal urge to fill her very female body with my cum until she was forever marked as mine. I wanted to leave a piece of myself deep inside her—a seed planted that would let everyone know who she belonged to.
That feeling was so monumental that I forced myself to break away, my breathing erratic, my cock throbbing.
“You shouldn’t have come,” I forced the words out roughly, though I couldn't stop looking at her slender, tight body. I couldn’t hide the fact that I wanted to fuck her until she whimpered and held on to me, until she begged me to go slower because I was too much.
“I know—”
“But now that you’re here….” I couldn't get the rest out because a harsh growl spilled from deep in my chest as I moved close to her again.
“Gio?”
I didn’t know what she saw in my expression, but her eyes widened, and her lips—red and swollen from my kisses—parted.
I pushed my body against hers once more and devoured her mouth with my own.
The only word to describe how I kissed her was fiercely. But my girl met my dark desire with an intensity of her own.
My girl.
I didn’t know why I thought of her like that, but there was no way I’d take it back. There wasn’t any fucking way I would talk myself down from this high she gave me. A high I’d never felt before—not even when I fought or took a motherfucker’s life.
Her hands gripped my shirt, and I felt the world narrowing down to just us. The rest of the universe be damned.
Minutes later, we broke apart, out of breath as we panted in sync.
“I—I don’t know what I’m feeling.” Her voice was soft and sounded hesitant, but it was filled with so much need that I would be the only one filling it.
I’d be the only one who ever saw the way she looked right now.
Pupils dilated.
Lips red and swollen and glossy from me mouth-fucking her.
I bet her little nipples were hard and totally fucking visible if I were to take a step back, but I didn’t want to move from where I was flush against her.
I growled low. I bet her tight little pussy was soaked for me, all primed for my big, Italian cock.
I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat in an act of possessiveness, but the trauma she’d gone through and her healing injuries had me curling my hands into tight fists. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her neck softly, gently, in a way I never had before with another living soul.
“You make me crazy, girl,” I muttered, my voice rough as I stared at her mouth. I pulled her into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense.
I had to get her naked.
I let my hands do the leading as I slid them down, then up under her hoodie, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. She had a little white T-shirt on, but I needed to feel her… smell her bare skin and taste the sweat that would cover her flesh when she got worked up.