Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Tilting my head to the side, I run the tips of my fingers over the mauve hickey at the base of my throat. Needles of discomfort prick me when it stings. I wince even though my thighs clench at the same time.
“You can do this,” I whisper to myself, then turn around and stride out of the closet with confidence I don’t feel.
I recall how Reina walks when she wants to get Asher’s attention—not that she has to try hard since she always has his full focus. I sway my hips the slightest bit as I stand in front of the door.
“Our men will be stationed near the club downtown,” someone says in an Italian accent.
“We will offer limited support on that side, but the number of soldiers is negotiable.” Adrian’s voice.
“I can get intel for this week.” Kyle is still typing at a rapid-fire pace on his laptop, obviously multitasking while taking the call. “What are our main concerns?”
I try to think of the best way to get his attention without clearing my throat or making a noise. Just when I’m about to drop something from my console, Kyle lifts his head as if he knew I’d been standing there all along.
Our eyes clash and, for a second, I think he’s seeing straight through me. Maybe he’ll completely ignore me, causing my mission to fail before it even gets started.
But then, his hands stop typing on the keyboard and his lips part. It’s the slightest bit, but it’s all the reaction I need to walk toward him at a slow—and hopefully seductive—pace.
His attention remains on me as the Italians talk about some security problems in one of their clubs. Kyle follows my every movement as if he’s expecting me to reach under my gown, retrieve a gun, and shoot him in the heart.
If I were able to do that, I would’ve done it seven years ago when he left without looking back.
I internally shake my head. This isn’t about the past. This is about the present and my rightful power.
When I halt in front of him, Kyle’s eyes heat as he measures me from top to bottom, stopping to pay extra attention to my visible breasts.
My nipples harden against the lace under his scrutiny, and it takes all of my self-control to not cross my arms over my chest.
When his eyes finally come back to my face, he gives me a questioning glance that silently asks, What are you doing?
Before my nerves get the better of me, I sink to my knees in front of him.
Time to snatch my power back.
19
Kyle
Rai lowers herself so she’s kneeling between my open legs.
I’m barely paying attention to what the Italians are discussing with Adrian. All I can focus on is the woman in front of me in nothing but a provocative see-through nightgown.
My gaze slides back to the rosy nipples peeking through the red material. My mouth waters like a fucking horny teenager. All my urges culminate in the need to take those nipples in my mouth, suck on them, and bite down until she makes that startled, needy sound.
My chain of thoughts is interrupted when she reaches for my belt with sure yet slightly shaky hands.
I should stop her, take the laptop, and go to the balcony. Or, better yet, I could turn her toy on and torture her a bit for my own pleasure, but I’m frozen in place. My limbs don’t move even when I order them to.
A deep part of me wants to see how far she’ll take this and where exactly she wants to go. Rai’s never initiated anything between us—sexual or not. She might appear like she’s stronger than the world and a rebellious soul, but she’s a traditionalist in the Russian way Nikolai brought her up.
Which will make exploring what she’s truly capable of even more fun.
She undoes my belt faster than expected, then proceeds to undo the button and the zipper. Her brows are drawn in concentration as she sets out on her mission.
“Kyle will be able to get the information as soon as possible.” The sound of my name coming from Adrian temporarily steals my focus.
“Yes,” I say in a voice that’s surprisingly calm, considering I’m hardening faster than a pubescent kid during his first time. “I only need detailed descriptions of the places you have in mind.”
I stifle a groan as Rai takes my dick out of my boxer briefs in her small hands. All the blood rushes to my groin, and my thought process scatters into thin air. Thank fuck it’s not a video conference, or my lust would be visible for everyone to see.
Rai gives me a coy smile as she crawls closer on her knees then licks her lower lip in a suggestive way. Holy fuck. Who knew there was this side to the uptight Rai? Or that she would willingly get on her knees for me?