Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“I absolutely intend to use every weapon in my arsenal to seduce you into choosing me for your lifelong partner. I’m not fucking around with you. I mean to do exactly what I’m telling you, so be warned.”
Another shiver went through her body and her long lashes fluttered. “Unfortunately, I think you’re up to the task.”
His smile started somewhere deep as he quirked one eyebrow at her. “Unfortunately?”
“Yes, unfortunately. That means whenever you want your way, you’re going to get it. That makes you spoiled.”
“Think of all the pleasure you’re going to have when I’m seducing you to get my way.”
She gave a little shake of her head. “You’re impossible. You have not one iota of remorse, do you?”
“Nope. Not if anything I do ensures I have you with me.”
Azelie laughed. The sound hit him right in his heart. His chest ached and he rubbed his palm over the spot. He leaned in to take her mouth. That perfect mouth that sent roaring flames down his throat. That could be sweet with strawberries and honey or fiery like whiskey. No matter how reluctant her brain was feeling in that moment, when his lips touched hers, she gave him everything. Surrendered completely.
He lifted her and carried her right back to the bed. He needed to be inside her, connected with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, all the while giving him her mouth. Somewhere in between taking off what little clothing she was wearing and stripping himself as well, as he kissed his way down her body, he realized she was giving him another gift. She had concerns about the two of them, about him. What he was. Why he was with her. Valid concerns. She’d decided no sex until she felt more comfortable with who he was, yet she was giving him this. It wasn’t because of his expertise; it was because she knew he needed her.
Bog, his woman. He understood how the men in his club could become total pussies when it came to their women. Azelie could rip out his heart anytime she wanted. He didn’t fuck her. He made love to her, making every single touch, every stroke, count. He wanted her to feel his love. Feel everything he felt for her.
“Do you understand, Solnyshkuh? Do you know what I’m saying to you?”
He threaded his fingers through hers and pinned her hands to the mattress on either side of her head as he moved in her. Long, slow, burning strokes. Each time he surged into her, fire raced up his spine and spread through his belly.
Azelie had tears in her eyes. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, and she nodded, not taking her gaze from his. He felt as if he were looking into her soul. Into the very essence of who she was. He saw her, this miracle that had been handed to him in the worst of circumstances.
“I understand what love is for the first time in my life.” He kept moving, giving them both that slow-burning fire that seemed to roll them both in flames. Burning them together. Welding them until the ties were woven so tight, they would never loosen.
“Andrii,” she whispered his name, her fingers tightening in his. Her blue eyes looking directly into his. She never winced from the raw intimacy. She held his gaze, allowing her to look inside him, just as he was looking into her.
“I mean it, Azelie. You’ve given me what I never had before, not one time, not from anyone. My brothers and sisters love me in their way. They’re just as screwed up as I am. Victor tried to tell me. Hell, even Savin, a brother, tried to warn me I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about half the time. I just couldn’t get it. I didn’t feel it, until you.”
Maestro kissed her chin, nipped with his teeth, and then lifted his body enough to once again look into her eyes. “All the beauty that is Azelie Vargas is mine. All for me. Never had a fucking thing worthwhile until I bought my first motorcycle.”
All the while he murmured to her, his body glided, cock pulsing with his heartbeat, surrounded by her. “I don’t ever have experiences like this,” he murmured, unable to look away from her blue gaze. “Never believed in heaven, baby. Lived in hell.”
“Honey.”
The blue deepened in her eyes, showing him more of the emotion she felt for him. Crazy. Impossible. He wasn’t worth it. He never would be. He knew himself. He knew the results of lifelong betrayal were ingrained in him, a part of his makeup. He would forever be looking, maybe unconsciously, but no matter how hard he tried—and he’d try—he would fuck up and accuse her of things she didn’t do.
He loathed himself. His tendency to mistrust everyone. His inability to understand his brethren when they consistently gave in to their women in situations Maestro deemed too dangerous. He’d never been hesitant about voicing his opinion, one that he now understood was absurd. Still, he would always need Azelie to listen to him when it came to matters of her safety.