Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
The salesman tries to run. I shoot him in the back of the thigh and catch him. He turns, one hand on the wound and the other in the air, fear in his eyes. I’d guess he’s early twenties at most. Dumb asshole barely has to shave.
“Please,” he says, gasping in pain.
“You’re selling my fucking drugs.” I shoot him in the head. His neck snaps sideways and he goes still as his blood mingles with the sidewalk dirt. “Fucking prick.”
I probably should’ve questioned him, but I’ve got other things on my mind.
“Tigran?” she says, still in the shower, looking flushed and wild once I’m back in the car and speeding toward her.
“Had to take care of something.”
“What was that noise I heard?”
“Gunshots. Don’t worry, they were mine.”
She lets out a little gasp as her fingers move faster. “Did you hurt someone?”
“Yes, I did, and when I get home, I’m going to hurt you too.”
She moans, back arching, water rolling down between her breasts. “Hurry,” she says.
I hit the gas and speed. Her moans and whines drive me crazy as I break every conceivable law to get to her as fast as possible. I leave the car running in front of my house and run inside, barking at the nearest guard to take care of it.
I slam my way into her room, storm toward her bedroom, and kick into the bathroom.
She’s still there, waiting. But in person, she’s even better.
“Tigran,” she says, breathing hard.
I snap her laptop closed.
“Don’t stop,” I tell her. My heart’s racing like crazy, and sweat’s rolling down my spine.
Slowly, I start to undress.
“Oh, shit,” she whimpers, stroking herself faster now. “You didn’t have to come home.”
“You think I was going to stay away after seeing you like this?”
She chews on her lip. “Is that blood on your shirt?”
“Not mine.” I throw it onto the floor and kick off my pants. “Keep touching yourself, baby. Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s good,” she says, wriggling her hips. “I’ve never done this before.”
“You look so perfect.” I stalk to the shower door, finally naked. She’s stroking faster and moaning. “God, look at you, like a little slut, touching yourself for your husband. You really are a greedy girl, aren’t you? Taking my big dick isn’t enough.”
“I need more,” she says, eyes rolling back. “Oh my god, Tigran.”
I step into the shower. She’s staring at me with pure lust in her expression, dancing right on the edge of orgasm. I drop to my knees, shove her hand aside, and bury her pussy with my mouth, licking her up like a beast.
It’s everything I’ve wanted. She tastes so damn good. I lick and suck her clit, and her moans get faster and louder as she grabs my hair. I reach up and tease one breast as I devour her completely, pausing only to meet her gaze for one second.
“You are such a messy fucking slut,” I whisper, licking my lips. “Now come on my mouth, you dirty girl.”
That finally breaks her. She shatters on my tongue, and it’s the most glorious orgasm I’ve ever witnessed. This must’ve been so hard for her, so risky and difficult, and now I’m taking all that anxiety and shame and worry, and releasing it all onto my tongue.
I have to support her as the orgasm finishes. I keep her from falling and hold her in my arms. She’s a small thing, so pretty after coming. Her cheeks are flushed, and her smile is loopy and adorable.
“You really didn’t have to come home just for that,” she says, her face leaning against my chest. “But I’m not complaining.”
“I didn’t come home only for that,” I say, kissing her softly as my hands explore her body. I almost can’t help myself. It’s like whenever she’s around, I keep touching her. “You had your fun. Now I’ll get my fill.”
Her eyes widen. Part of me is afraid I’m going to push her away again with how badly I want her. If she understood the constant pulsing ache in my core, it would only terrify her.
I’m a monster. A creature of darkness. I’m a killer and a torturer. There’s nothing good in me, not like her.
Dasha’s all sweetness. She’s the light I crave but will eventually corrupt. I hate myself, but I can’t stop any more than I could make the sun disappear.
She’s all I want now.
Instead of running away like she should, her moment of fear turns into a smile.
“I’m glad you came home,” she says, and my heart skips in my chest.
I bury her lips with a hungry kiss.
Chapter 19
Dasha
One Week Later
I stretch out on the bed as Tigran slowly takes off his shirt. “You’ve been gone a while,” I say lazily, trying not to let him know how excited I am right now.
“Have you been lonely?” He tosses his clothes aside. I’m in a bralette and boy shorts, and I love the way he keeps glancing at my ass. I feel the same way about him: his cut chest, the long glorious lines of his muscular torso, the brutal and sometimes scary tattoos on his skin. Pestilence inked along his flank. Virtue over his heart. Family across his guts.