Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He stays there, still buried inside of me, breathing hard. I push against the wall to keep myself upright. My head’s a blurry, cotton-filled mess, and I’m smiling like an idiot.
“That’s a good girl,” he says and grabs my face. He kisses me, slow and wet. “Fuck, you are such a good fucking girl.”
I collapse against the wall as he steps back. I’m barely aware of anything but Alex. I expect him to leave, but instead, he starts to lather the loofa.
“What are you doing?” I ask, surprised as he pulls me against him tenderly.
“First, I punish you. Now, I take care of you. Don’t ever say that I’m selfish.”
“Jury’s still out on that one,” I mutter, a little embarrassed that he’s cleaning me, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s methodical about it, scrubbing me from toes to neck, and rubs the suds away.
“Now, if you ever cover the cameras again—“ He palms my ass hard. “Your next punishment won’t be as nice.”
“I’m gonna be honest here. That didn’t seem so bad.”
His smile is wicked. “Good, because I suspect you’re going to keep on pissing me off, and I’ll have to come up with even more vicious ways to make you come.” Then he buries my mouth in a blistering kiss that leaves me shaking and gets out of the shower.
The t-shirt remains on the floor beside my feet, and I’m wondering what the hell just happened as he towels off and leaves me alone.
Chapter 26
Alexander
Natalya hides in our room while I finish placing a few more cameras around the apartment. I make sure to have one prominently displayed above the pool, an outdoor model that won’t mind the elements, and have it placed high enough that she can’t easily reach it without getting out my ladder.
I’m smiling while I work. Sex with Nat does this to me. I don’t know what it is about her, but the moment we’re together it’s like an explosion of passion.
She’s everything I dislike. Privileged, spoiled, and messy. The girl barely knows how to do the dishes, for fuck’s sake, and she leaves her little herds of water glasses all over my damn apartment.
There’s a pile of shoes growing on the floor of my closet like moss on a log and I’m pretty sure half of them are missing their match.
Its infuriating. And yet the moment I see her, so small and delicate, with those pouty lips and her gorgeous hair, I can’t help myself.
She’s always been so god damn sexy.
I had a crush on her when we were younger. She was pretty back then, and she’s only gotten more attractive as she’s matured. Now her figure’s filled out and she’s an absolute fucking smoke show, the sort of woman that drives me crazy. But looks shouldn’t matter. There are thousands of beautiful women in Philadelphia alone.
Except there’s something special about her.
Catching a glimpse of her bare skin turns me into a god damn idiot.
Lev bails me out of this conflicted hell a couple hours later after the sun goes down. I make sure the cameras work before I meet him down in his truck.
“Got word the Marinos are planning something,” he tells me as he drives fast down south, heading in the direction of the docks. “The Marinos do a lot of business with the Irish, and I’m good friends with one of their mid-level captains. He’s got a Rolex addiction. Anyway, he says the Marinos plan on hitting part of our new Canadian enterprise, and he thinks it’s got something to do with our containers.”
“You think they’re going to steal from us?” I almost laugh at the audacity. It’s one thing to go violence-for-violence; street level fighting doesn’t have to get in the way of business necessarily.
But hitting our goods is going to escalate the situation.
We were all set to become allies. Natalya’s marriage to Adriano would’ve forged a new order in Philly and established both the Marinos and the Zeitsevs as the dominant force on the east coast. Everything was just right—until I put my hands on her.
And fucked everyone over.
The worst part is, even knowing how much misery and death my relationship with Nat is causing, I’d still do it again in a heartbeat.
Not because she’s a great partner or anything. But because she’s pregnant with my child, and I couldn’t live with myself if I let another man raise what’s mine.
Much less touch what’s mine.
And I own Natalya. Every inch of her supple little body responds to my touch like she can’t help herself, and it’s obvious in the way she gravitates toward me that she wants me as much as I want her.
The sex is mind-blowing. It’s other-worldly. Frankly, sex like that shouldn’t exist.
And even though people are going to die so I can continue to fuck her into a senseless oblivion, I can’t really work up the energy to give a fuck about them.