Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
She trembles in my hold, and more tears cascade down her cheeks. I pull her forward, then dart my tongue out to lick the tears that are forming a streak down her cheeks and over the edge of her lips.
Her lips shake and I can’t resist the incessant need to ravage her. I remove my glasses and press my mouth to hers. My tongue thrusts inside her welcoming heat, and I kiss her with the savagery of an animal.
Sasha tries to kiss me back with tentative strokes, but it’s impossible for her to keep up with my pace, not when I have every intention of devouring her whole.
Not when every particle in me demands that I absorb her so wholly, there will be nothing left of her when I’m done.
She whimpers against my mouth, her heartbeat clashing against mine and her body going pliant in my hold.
I kiss her as if I’ll never stop kissing her, and she kisses me like she wants to break this twisted connection but can’t.
27
SASHA
“Sasha, is that you?”
I hide farther behind the wall at the bottom of the club’s stairs and tighten my grip on my burner phone. “It’s me, Uncle Albert.”
“What were you thinking?” His voice hardens with concern. “How could you leave Russia without telling me?”
“I’m sorry, but you said not to contact you unless it was urgent and absolutely necessary so…so…”
“So you decided to go without informing me after you promised to stay away from the Morozovs.”
I fidget, more sweat trickling down my spine with every passing moment. He sounds calm, but there’s an edge of disappointment behind his words like he trusted me with something, but I failed him.
“I just wanted to know what Roman Morozov’s involvement was with the death of our family. I deserve to know why I lost everyone in the blink of an eye.”
“And? Did you get your answer?”
“No. He died as soon as we got here, but I’m getting closer to Kirill. If I prove myself, he’ll give me access to the office in which his father kept files, and—”
“It’s useless, Sasha. You’re fighting a hopeless battle here.”
“But why? I won’t know until I try.”
“Or get killed for crossing the mob.” He releases a long sigh. “This isn’t regulated military life, Sasha. You went ahead and inserted yourself into a lawless world that has zero tolerance for betrayal. You might think you’re getting close to this Kirill, but the moment he sniffs something wrong, you’ll be buried where no one can find you.”
My breath catches, and I lean against the wall to regain my composure. Yes, I thought about this possibility when I first decided to come here, but that was before everything that happened with Kirill.
The truth remains, a small, probably foolish part of me thought that I could definitely separate business from pleasure. We’re both using each other’s bodies to satiate a carnal need, and that’s it.
I don’t have feelings for him, and God forbid he has feelings for anyone. Sometimes, I think he doesn’t even like himself.
It’s been a week since Rai caught us in his office. Every night, we come to the club, where he meets the people he deems fit for his manipulation, and then we go back to the mansion, where he eats me out and then makes me choke on his cock. Yesterday, this happened at the same time.
After we’re done, he leaves me to sleep in his bed while he does more work on the sofa opposite the bed. Sometimes, he builds his stupid house of cards.
He never lies down beside me and sleeps. He doesn’t sleep much in the first place.
I wish I didn’t sleep either, because all my nights have been plagued with the same reoccurring nightmare where Mike asks for help and then dies, followed by Uncle Albert and Babushka.
So although I was scared of Uncle Albert’s reaction to my trip to New York, I had to call him and make sure everything is okay.
“I can take care of myself. Don’t worry about me,” I say with confidence I don’t feel. “How are Babushka and Mishka?”
“They’re fine, Sasha. We’re all fine. You’re the one who got yourself in a dire situation.”
“It’s not really that bad, I have…” I trail off before I let out that I have friends.
Uncle Albert won’t react well to that. Having friends is no different than putting my real identity and, therefore, all of them in danger.
“You have what?” he asks.
“Integrated well here. No one suspects me.” Except for Kirill and Viktor. Anna, Yulia, and Konstantin don’t like me either, but my uncle doesn’t need to know about that.
“You can never be too careful in a place like that.”
“I know, I know. I’m actually getting close to Kirill.”
“You are?”
“Absolutely. I must be good at what I’m doing, right?”
“He’s a Morozov, Sasha. I wouldn’t be so sure about being close to him if I were you.”