Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
He didn't even ask why, which pisses me off. He probably can’t text back because he’s with the blonde in the picture. She was beautiful and looked like a woman who would fit perfectly on his arm.
I get out of bed and go downstairs to make hot chocolate. Everyone else is already in bed, so I search the cabinet as quietly as I can for marshmallows. When I turn, a hand comes down over my mouth and I scream against it until I realize it’s Miller. He’s standing over me with a scowl on his face, and I wonder how the hell he got here so fast…and made it inside my house.
He slowly drops his hand from my mouth. “I don’t want to wake everyone up.”
“How did you get in here?” I hiss at him. “And why do you have to be so handsome all the time?” It’s my turn to scowl as I hit him with the bag of marshmallows.
I so desperately want to jump into his arms and kiss him, but I can’t.
“Krasota, you think you can break up with me over text?” He lets out a deep chuckle like this is some kind of joke. “I bet our baby is already inside of you. There is no getting away from me.”
My mouth falls open as a protective hand goes to my stomach. I don’t realize I’m crying until Miller picks me up and begs me to stop. I sniffle and bury my face in his neck as I breathe in his scent. This time I don’t smell anyone else on him, and I wonder if it would be horrible to have one last night with him.
“Take a ride with me.” Before I can answer, he’s walking out the back door of my house and pulling me with him.
“I know what happens when we end up in cars together,” I say, glaring at him.
His eyebrows furrow as he watches me. He looks as confused as I was when I saw those pictures and the engagement announcement.
He pulls me into his lap, and I know I should fight him, but I don’t. He brushes his mouth against mine, and I kiss him back. My body is a traitor as his fingers dig into my hair and the kiss becomes possessive.
“I’ll never let you go, krasota.”
“I don’t want you to let me go.” But I do want to be his only.
“Then why did you text me such things?” His accent is thicker now, like when we make love.
I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling tired already. His hand slips into my silk pajama shorts as his other hand snakes up to cup my breast. His thumb toys with my nipple and my body melts for him.
“Krasota, you are always wet for me.”
I’m shameless when it comes to him as I rock against his fingers. I want him so badly that when he slips them inside me, my hips rock forward. His thumb rubs my clit, and I wish it was his cock.
“Miller.” I feel the orgasm coming as my sex clamps down on his finger. With just a few quick strokes, I come apart in his arms and bite his neck at the same time. It’s so hard that I wonder if I’m subconsciously marking him.
When it’s over, I don’t move, and I close my eyes. I listen to the sound of his heart beating as I breathe him in, and he pulls his fingers out of me. I instantly want more because I’m greedy and I know that I’ll never be able to share him.
“I love you,” I tell him. “You made me fall in love with you.” It comes out as an accusation, and he holds me tighter.
“I love you, too, my krasota.”
I shake my head and sit up to look him in the eyes. “I don’t fit into your world, and it will never work. We should end things before we get even more attached.”
“I will never let you go,” he growls. “I don’t care what it takes, but you belong to me.”
“You’re getting married.”
“Da,” he says, confirming the invitation.
“I need to go inside. I have to be up early.” Now I want out of this car.
“I won’t let you go, krasota.”
“What did you do today?” I ask, anger flaring inside of me.
“I told you. I met with my parents.” He gives me a confused look.
“Anything else?” I push for more.
“I went to my brother’s to check on him. Our meet-up with them didn't go well.”
He’s not going to tell me, so I lean in and kiss him softly one last time. I slip off his lap and open the car door quickly before he grabs onto me again.
He said he loved me, but it’s clear that Miller can lie without hesitation. It’s also clear he doesn't only belong to me, so I have to let him go.