Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
His actions don’t make any sense.
He hates me as much as I am growing to hate him, doesn’t he?
Too bewildered not to seek answers, I murmur, “Andrik—"
One mutter of his name snaps him out of his trance as quickly as his anger swamped him with it. His pupils enlarge to the size of saucers before they’re stolen from my view by him throwing his fist into the drywall at the side of my head before he quickly exits the room.
I take off after him, too angry and confused to let this go.
“Your original contract said you wanted an heir!” I thrust my hand at the room we just left. “You have one, so I assumed the only requirement today was a wife. Any wife.”
“You assumed wrong!” he roars, spinning to face me.
“As did you when you picked my sister.” My wild eyes bounce between his equally furious pair. “Did you know she was my sister when you were fingering me in the driveway of your shared home?” My anger catapults when he looks disgusted by my line of questioning, which means I’ll only push him harder. “Did you know she was my sister when you were on your knees pledging that she would never have you like I was about to have you!” I storm up to him to bang my fists on his chest. “Did you know she was my sister when you had her sign on a dotted line that would end her life in five years if she was fortunate enough to birth you a son!”
“No!” he screams, snatching up my hands. “I didn’t know anything because she lied!” His grip on my wrists turns painful. “I went to their home for you, but they made out they didn’t know who you were. That they had never heard of a Zoya Galdean before.”
“You’re lying! Aleena wouldn’t do that to me. She loves me.”
When he laughs as if the idea of my sister loving me is ludicrous, I snap. I yank my wrists out of his hold before directing my hands toward his face. This time, I close my fists.
“You’re the lying, cheating piece of shit. Don’t try to put that on my sister.”
I get in two solid hits before he spins me away from him. “Calm the fuck down before I’m forced to retaliate.”
Too furious to see sense through the madness, I stomp my foot and throw my head back like I was taught during boxing classes.
Andrik grunts through the pain of his toes being stomped, but he dodges my headbutt by a cat’s whisker.
“For fuck’s sake, милая,” he growls out when I continue to fight.
“Don’t call me darling. I fucking hate when you call me that. You only ever say it when you’re trying to lie your way into my panties.”
Faster than I can click my fingers together, he arches me over the sofa in the den, tugs up my nightwear until it bands around my waist, rips off my panties without the slightest bit of protest from the stiff material, and then narrows his hand toward my ass.
“No,” I scream, squirming so hard that he has to pin me to the sofa cushion by splaying his hand across my lower back. “You do not get to spank me. Lying, cheating pieces of shit don’t get to spank—”
He silences me with a firm crack on my right butt cheek.
“I have never cheated.”
He spanks me hard on the ass again, this strike more disciplinary based than for pleasure.
“I have no reason to lie.”
Another two whacks augment the fire in my gut. They send it from raging with anger to scalding with need.
“And I am not the one who snuck around in the cloak of darkness with no care for who they were taking down in the process.” Almost every word he yells occurs with a spank, leaving my ass raw, red, and in desperate need of some TLC, which Andrik immediately commences undertaking while muttering, “That was my father.” His hand freezes halfway across my burning cheek, his fingertips mere inches from the soaked seam of my pussy. “Our father.”
As quickly as he bent me over the sofa, he steps away from it.
When he races for a bar at the side of the den, I stand on a pair of wobbly legs. He fills a whiskey glass to the rim with a clear liquid that he downs with one gulp. He drags his hand along his wet lips to gather the leftover liquid on his mouth, its rattle undeniable.
I realize its shake is clattering through his entire body when he spins to face me. He looks as unhinged now as he did while announcing why his son was refused his heart transplant.
There’s so much shame in his eyes, so much hurt, I fold on my campaign to burn him at the stake as he was planning to do to Aleena in an instant.