Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
He placed a neutral expression on his face. “I will do my best, mysh.”
“Thanks, baby.”
My legs felt the vibrations first, rippling up from the bottoms of my feet, zipping up my knees, and then hitting my hips. It was as if I was standing on a giant drum that was being played by a relentless drummer. My knees instinctively softened, bending slightly, trying to absorb the shuddering energy beneath me.
“The plane is landing.” I headed over to the bed. “We should at least sit down.”
He came over and lowered next to me. “We need to talk.”
“O-kay.” I eyed him. “What do you have to tell me?”
“Last night, you were close to falling asleep.”
“Alright.”
“It was after you fed me.”
Confused, I leaned back. “Fed you?”
“With your breasts.”
“Oh God.” I rubbed my head. “I forgot about that. By the way, what is wrong with you?”
“You fed me.”
“True.” I shook my head. “Something is wrong with the both of us.”
“It is not. I liked drinking milk from your nipples.”
I blushed.
“I want to do that more.”
“Let’s get back to what you were saying.”
“A lot more, mysh.”
“Fine, Kaz. We can discuss that later. What do you have to tell me?”
He cleared his throat. “You fell asleep in the middle of my licking your pussy.”
A tremble of desire spread through. “I have to make sure to not do that again.”
I thought a wicked smile would hit his face, but instead he continued to appear worried.
What’s wrong?
Kaz sighed. “You moaned while I was licking you, and when I rose your eyes were open so I slipped my cock in.”
He did? I don’t remember that.
More worry hit Kaz’s eyes.
Fuck. What happened?
I tensed.
“It is only in the middle of fucking you, when I realize. . .the way you are looking at me. . .the way you are holding your head. . .”
Oh no.
“Eventually, it was clear that. . .it was not you.” Kaz let out a long breath. “As soon as I realized it was Lunita, I pulled out.”
Jesus Christ.
There had been a time where I considered the possibility of Kaz accidentally fucking Lunita. I wasn’t crazy to think it couldn’t happen. I just hadn’t figured out how I truly felt about it.
Now that moment had come, dampening my sense of victory with taking control.
My heart ached.
Lunita.
I knew it was a possibility that she could hear me. I surely could catch her thoughts.
You know you fucked up. Right?
Kaz studied me. “Talk to me, mysh.”
As the plane lowered us closer to the ground, I felt the familiar pull of gravity, tugging us back to earth.
My stomach twisted.
So. . .you kill Olga—someone who I absolutely loved. I’m over in Moscow trying to build us a family, and you’re fucking the gardener.
Deep within the catacombs of my soul, fury flared like an unquenchable flame.
I have to drop shit, pack up the boys, and rush to New Orleans over your ass.
My core throbbed with chaos.
Then. . .you are just going to appear while Kaz is fucking me. . .
The plane hit the ground and jumped a little.
I stood off in this rageful blurry distance.
“Mysh?”
You better hope I can never stand in front of you. I don’t know what this voodoo woman can do, but you better fucking pray.
“Mysh?”
I looked at him.
“Talk to me.”
No humor rode my voice. “I’m going to kill her.”
Kaz frowned. “Mysh—”
“It doesn’t matter if I am the true Emily or not. Lunita dies here in New Orleans. Period. I’m not leaving here until that bitch is gone.”
Chapter three
Conflicted
Kazimir
Our whole rule of never keeping anything from each other was always a battle. I had not wanted to tell her about that moment with Lunita, but I knew I could not let too much time run between it happening.
Therefore, it took several minutes to soothe my mouse to a less murderous level.
And everybody thinks I am the one that has the horrible temper.
So enraged, Emily didn’t even want to get fully dressed. She was ready to rush off the plane in her robe, get in the car, and head right over to the voodoo woman.
I had to remind her of Paolo and how this smart kid was always by her side and watching. Learning. Assessing.
That took her anger down several notches.
She would never want to be a furious mess around him.
Once Emily cleared her head of violence, I convinced her to take her time and wash up.
Finally, she is calm.
The plane’s small shower could barely hold the both of us, but I would not let my mouse shower alone.
Everything will be fine.
No matter how cramped the space was, it was a world of our own, and I relished in this loving reality—the feel of her skin, the sound of her heartbeat over the shower’s gentle rumble.
I should have been focused on maintaining her better mood, but she was naked, triggering my horniness.
Surely, we have time for a little sex.