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 will, too. If Valentin Zeitsev orders it, Lev will obey. He knows how this life works better than anyone else. Even if it hurts him, Lev will do the right thing.
Unlike me. I follow all the little rules. I pretend like I’m good and righteous. But when the real shit happened, I showed my true colors.
I chose myself. I chose my wife and my child. I put them above my Bratva, and I have to reckon with that every day.
What kind of man can I be now?
That’s why I won’t fail her.
Lev tells me all about the place. He gives me all the details he has, and I agree that we need to put a plan together. But I tell him not yet.
“I’m still hurt and you’re still emotional.”
“I’m not fucking emotional, but I am ready to kill those bastards.”
“We can’t rush in just yet. Let me come up with something and we’ll go from there.”
Lev waves a dismissive hand, clearly not happy, but he accepts my logic.
Which means I bought myself some time
But how much?
I log into the security system on my phone. I’m in the parking lot outside of my building and I can just barely connect to the WiFi in my apartment.
The kitchen appears on the screen. It’s empty. I flip to the living room, the hallway, the spare bedroom which is basically Nat’s closet, and our bedroom. All empty.
I find her out by the pool still, even though the sun’s going down. She’s half submerged, her legs dangling over the end. She’s leaning back on both hands and looking out over the water. Her backs to the camera, but I can see her hair dangling down between her shoulders and the graceful lines of her shoulders. My heart rate ticks up, thinking about her body, and the baby growing inside of her.
Alexander: You should spend less time in the pool. You’re going to get all wrinkly.
She picks up her phone, looks at the text, and holds a single finger up to the camera.
I smile to myself and send another text.
Alexander: Move to the other side of the pool. I want to see you.
Natalya: What’s there to see?
Alexander: I like the way you look in that bikini. Let me look at more of you.
She hesitates. I can see it in the lines of her neck, the way she looks down at her phone, considering. Does she want this? Does she like it? But we both know this game stopped being a game a while ago. Slowly, she pushes herself up, and my cock stiffens as she moves around to the side of the pool and sits back down, her body in view. She arches her back, ever so slightly, head tilted to the side as she stares up at the camera.
Almost like she’s daring me.
Alexander: You look fucking beautiful. Have I told you how much I love your body? How I’ve been thinking about you for years?
She doesn’t hide her surprise at that text. Her nervous glance at the camera tells me so much.
Natalya: You have? I didn’t know that.
Alexander: It’s not easy wanting to fuck my best friend’s little sister.
Natalya: How come you never tried?
Alexander: Because Stepan and Lev would both have killed me, and I valued them too much. But it was fucking hard being around you sometimes.
Natalya: Is that why you were always running away when I came into the room?
Alexander: Yes.
Natalya: Is that why you were such a dick to me?
Alexander: Yes, sometimes. I wanted to punish your mouthy little face with my big dick, but I couldn’t let myself cross that line.
She’s breathing fast. She stares at the phone then up at the camera. Then she spreads her legs and rubs one hand across her chest, from breast to breast, as she types with the other.
Natalya: What else did you want with me?
I lick my lips, dick straining against my pants as I type back.
Alexander: There were days when I would have murdered a man to drag you back into your bedroom. I wanted to be the first man to fill you to the brim. I wanted to fuck you so hard you had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming. I wanted to own your beautiful little body.
She reads my message and her hand moves down between her legs. Slowly, she rubs herself over her bathing suit bottoms.
I do the same. I stroke myself over my jeans.
Natalya: I wanted you too. I thought you hated me, but I still wondered what it would be like to take you thick cock in my mouth.
Alexander: I would have made you gag on my cock and get it soaked with spit before fucking you rough. I would have dragged your beautiful pussy over my mouth and licked your wet lips while you sucked me hard. I wanted to hear you moan and gag on my cock while you orgasmed on my face. I hated you Natalya. I still hate you. And I want you even more.