Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Come here,” he orders, gesturing at me.
I hesitate, jeans partially pulled up. “Can I get dressed first?”
“Don’t bother.” He beckons for me again.
I go to him, walking slowly. I kick the jeans aside. His eyes drift to my matching thong and his tongue rolls along his lower lip.
“I need to tell you something,” he says, dragging me into his lap. His fingers dig into my ass. “You aren’t going to like it.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised. You don’t exactly come bearing good news very often.”
He leans forward and brushes his stubble across my throat. “In two days, we’re going to a meeting. It’s at a country club in a county between Philadelphia and Baltimore. Neutral territory.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “What’s that for?”
“You know.” He grips me tighter. “You’ve been a good girl tonight, dressing for me.” I feel his hard cock pressing against my core. “And now I want to be honest with you. No surprises.”
I’m breathing fast, trying to make sense of what he’s saying, but I’m more than a little distracted by sitting in the gorgeous sex god’s lap.
“So be honest and tell me what’s going on.”
“Tomorrow, we’re going to meet with your uncle and the Armenian Brotherhood.”
I jerk back as though he burned me. “What are you talking about?”
“This was always the plan.” He stands, lifting me with him. I gasp as he pins me down to the bed on top of a small fortune in silk and lace and tulle. His mouth bites down on my collarbone and he kisses my throat as his fingers tease at the edge of my panties.
“I don’t want to be involved,” I say, back arching. My head’s a mess of conflicting feelings. I want him to keep going—to touch me, to make me feel good—but I’m terrified of what he’s telling me.
“That’s too bad, because I know you. You’re the reason Aram’s willing to meet, and this is going to be important.” He roughly shoves my panties aside and his fingers graze my pussy up and down, spreading my wetness all over. I gasp in pleasure as he kisses my chest.
“Aram doesn’t even know me. I don’t… I don’t know them…” I bite back a curse as Valentin slides his thick fingers into my pussy.
He fucks me like that, purring as he does it. “You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. You’re a filthy, messy girl. You’re going to get all this nice clothing soaked, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, Valentin,” I gasp, reaching up to grab his hair. I hold it tight as he pulls my bralette aside and attacks one nipple with his lips and tongue. His fingers go faster, brutal and confident. “You can’t make me go.”
“I can and I will, my little wife. This is all a part of my plan. You will obey. You will give me what I want.” His fingers drive in and out, breaking my mind, and I wish I could resist but I’m way too far gone already, that bastard.
“That’s all you want? Obedience? A good little girl?”
“Damn right,” he snarls, fingers curling in deep. My back arches. My brain overloads. “You are mine now, my messy little slut, my dirty fucking wife dripping all over my hand. Look at you, flushed red and moaning for me. Tell me you love it.”
“No,” I whimper.
“Say it, or I’ll leave you here in a frustrated puddle.”
“You asshole.” I gasp, digging my fingers into his hair. “I love it. I fucking love it.”
“You’re damn right you do, you filthy fucking girl,” he says and his fingers hit that perfect spot, and I’m gone, I’m finished, I’m all gone. My trigger pulls and I come for him, rolling my hips against his hand, saying his name as I finish in a thunderstorm of bliss.
He makes me suck his fingers clean when I’m done and steps away, staring down at me. I’m in a little nest of designer clothes, heart beating hard, panties and bralette shoved aside.
A total freaking wreck.
“Wear the first one,” he says, turning away. “The navy dress. You looked beautiful.”
Then he’s gone, leaving me alone in my room.
Dreading what’s going to happen.
Chapter 17
Karine
Iwear the navy dress, just like he asked.
We barely speak on the long car ride down to the country club. It’s an exclusive members-only kind of place in a small town in the Maryland countryside, and it takes a couple of hours to reach it. I try to get Valentin talking more than once on the trip, but it’s like trying to make a rug laugh. He gives me moody, brooding stares, right up until Anton pulls down the long private driveway toward the clubhouse.
“We’re early,” I comment, glancing at the clock.
For whatever reason, that’s what finally gets him to speak.
“I’ve had men here for two days already,” he says and when I look surprised, he only tilts his head. “You think I would take any chances with this meeting?”