Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
She continued forward.
My attention returned to her breasts.
When she stopped in front of me, I captured her waist.
She smirked. “Mr. Solonik?”
“Yes.”
“Friends do not kill friends.”
“Did I say the French were our friends?”
“I believe so.”
“I think I only agreed to not kill them while we are in Italy.”
Her smirk faltered. “Kaz.”
“I like to be consistent.”
The door opened.
Blue brought in Edmundo Mancuso. He handled the money for the family. Salvatore and Bartolo liked to keep Edmundo close to them, which resulted in him being trapped by us.
Blue had her gun pointed at Edmundo’s head and gestured for him to keep going.
Due to his ankles being tied, he shuffled his feet. His wrists were bound behind his back.
Like a good soldier, Blue followed David’s actions and put him on the other side of Salvatore where Giorgio’s man was supposed to go. David helped her with getting the rope on the ceiling beam.
Three more of my men entered with additional rope and helped with setting up the space.
Emily watched them.
I took in her hairstyle. She had the top gathered in a bun. In the back, long, brown curls streamed past her shoulders.
I pointed to her hair. “What’s her name?”
She looked at me. “It’s not a wig.”
“So, I can pull the curls?”
“No, you cannot.”
“You didn’t mind my pulling your hair on the helicopter.”
She chuckled. “I don’t remember you asking.”
“I never need to ask when my cock is out.”
She blushed.
“How are you, mysh?”
She looked down. “I’m. . .nervous.”
I raised my hand to her chin and lifted her gaze to mine. “Why?”
She placed the knife behind her. “Should I be doing this?”
“That is not the correct question.”
“Then, what is?”
“Is this what you want to do?”
She looked away.
I brought her view back to me. “Tell me.”
“I think. . .I want to. I feel the desire deep within me. It burns. . .and hums. . .”
“And you think that cutting these men will get rid of it?”
Instead of speaking, she slowly nodded.
“Then, why are you nervous?”
She let out a long breath. “When I was in New York. . .I didn’t remember anything that I did, but. . .there were so many nightmares that kept me up.”
“Dreams of killing men?”
“Slicing them and laughing the whole time. I could smell it and even. . .taste their blood on my tongue.”
I slipped my hands along her cheek. “When you had those nightmares, you were alone. You had to take care of yourself. Do you remember all the knives you had taped to the head board of your bed?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes.
“Since being in my bed, you haven’t needed the knives.”
She opened her eyes and gazed at me.
“You have an army protecting you and nuclear weapons at your disposal.”
She gave me a sad smile. “We’re going to nuke my nightmares?”
“Every last one.”
Her smile widened. “I love you so much, Kaz.”
“And I love you too, mysh.” I leaned down and captured those soft, sweet lips.
All mine to protect and love.
I groaned against her. The minty taste of her tongue spread across my mouth, exciting every part of me. I sucked on it, drawing her taste into me, savoring her like a vintage wine or the most expensive chocolate.
A soft moan left her, carrying an oddly musical note to it. Then, she melted against me.
I tightened my arms around my mouse, physically communicating to her that I would never let her go, no matter what we faced.
When I stopped sucking on her tongue, she slipped her tongue against mine and then nipped at my lip, triggering a groan to leave me. Then she delicately nibbled on my neck, showing me an erogenous zone that I didn’t know was there.
My cock strained against my pants, begging to be released. One would have thought we hadn’t just been fucking in the helicopter.
I pulled my mouth away, slid my hands down to her ass, and gripped the softness. “Are you trying to get my cock deep inside of you right now?”
“Did you not get enough?”
I rubbed my hardening length against her, trying to ease some of the sexual pressure at the tip. “You did not give me enough time in the helicopter.”
“You are so spoiled.”
“After you are done with cutting, I am going to have you on your back, your legs up in the air, and your pussy stuffed with me.”
She blinked. “I like the sound of that.”
Salvatore loudly grumbled through the gag. It sounded like he was screaming out pleas.
Emily shivered against me and closed her eyes. “Maybe. . .I shouldn’t. . . .”
“We won’t deny your desires no matter how dark they can be.”
She opened her eyes. “I remember that moment with Rosetta when you told Valentina that torture wasn’t only about cutting.”
I nodded. “There’s an art to torture. The blade is the brush. The body is the canvas.”
Her bottom lip quivered.
“Mysh, you’re quite the artist when it comes to actual paint. What about when it’s blood?”