Chosen by a Sinner (Sinners #4) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sinners Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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“Luca,” she cries. “Oh my God.”

I lose more hair, my wife’s a wildcat as she keeps my face locked between her legs until she’s had her fill of the orgasm.

Her breaths rush from her, then she flinches. “So good, but need painkillers, stat.”

I’m up on my feet in a flash and get her a glass of water with two tablets.

Once she’s taken them, I press a kiss to her abdomen before adjusting her dress. Leaning over her, I ask, “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay,” she smiles. “But you owe me panties. I liked that pair.”

“I’ll buy you all the panties you want,” I chuckle before claiming her mouth in a tender kiss.

“Food,” she mumbles against my lips.

When I reach for my boxers, Mariya says, “I want you naked, chef.”

I lock eyes with her. “You’re a fucking wet dream.”

“I know,” she chuckles, looking much happier.

I head back to the kitchen and finish preparing the meal. Not bothering with two plates, I carry one to the living room and sit down behind Mariya. She leans half against my chest and half against the couch.

I load a bite onto the fork, then bring it to her mouth. I watch as her lips part, and I feed her.

Having my wife eat from my hand, satisfaction fills my chest.

I take a bite, then feed her again, the corner of my mouth lifting.

I love the balance between us. Mariya’s direct and fucking strong, but she never tries to compete for absolute control in our relationship. It’s a give and take that’s hot as fuck.

There’s no doubt in my mind this woman was made for me. She’s my soul mate in every way.

When I pull up to the harbor, I see Viktor already talking with the men.

I climb out of the G-Wagon and walk to them. “Everything okay?”

Viktor glances at me. “Yeah, the shipment just came in. They’re offloading.”

“Good.” My eyes scan over our men, hard at work to get the job done as fast as possible.

“How did the doctor’s appointment go?” he asks.

“As well as can be expected. Mariya lost the function of her pinky and ring finger.”

Viktor lifts an eyebrow. “That’s better than the original prognosis.”

“Yeah.”

“But?”

“She’s handling it well.” I lock eyes with him. “A little too well.”

Viktor shrugs. “She’s always been like that. Once she fell off a bike. The woman ate gravel, knocked her head open, got up, and wanted to continue riding. Uncle Alexei lost his shit, but she gave him lip, saying it’s just a little cut.” He lets out a bark of laughter. “She needed five stitches.”

“So she’s not bottling everything up?”

“Nah, Mariya deals with shit and moves on. If she says she’s fine, then she means it.” He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Unless you pissed her off. Then fine means you better run.”

I let out a bark of laughter. “Noted.”

We walk toward the crates. “Update me on Kreshnik’s whereabouts.”

“Last I checked, he landed in Germany,” Viktor says. “He hasn’t moved since, which makes me think he lied about Bucharest.”

“That’s why I let him go.” I glance at Viktor. “So he’d take us straight to his boss.”

“Yeah,” Viktor agrees. “The fuckers are young and stupid. I’m keeping an eye on the apartment and will let you know if I see any movement.”

Knowing my in-laws are with Mariya, I spend the next five hours checking some of the weapons while our men make sure the order is correct so it can be delivered to Nikolas.

By the time we’re done loading the crates onto the back of the trucks bound for Canada, Viktor yawns loudly. “Fuck, I need sleep.”

“Go home. I’ll finish up here.”

“Home’s a war zone right now,” he mutters, a worried frown on his forehead, which is not something I see often.

“Trouble with Rosalie?”

He nods. “I swear, every fucking day, it feels as if she hates me more.”

I keep quiet because Viktor knows how I feel about the situation.

He lets out a harsh breath. “But come hell or high water, I’ll figure out a way to get through to her.”

I give him a pat on the back, then signal for the first truck to leave the yard.

“At least everything went well with the shipment.” I turn my attention back to Viktor. “Next week it’s the meeting in Peru. Will you be able to make it?”

“Yeah. I’ll get everything arranged for the meeting.”

“Thanks.”

Viktor rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Try to get some sleep.”

“I will.”

I watch my friend walk away, wondering how long he’s going to carry on with this madness of keeping Rosalie locked up.

It’s not your problem, Luca.

I signal for the last truck to leave, then walk to my vehicle so I can get my ass back home.

Chapter 37

Mariya

I’m not going to lie, the past eight weeks have been long and hard. Physio for my leg took up a lot of the time while trying to plan a wedding.


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