Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Kai glances at me, asking if he should say something, but I shake my head. “Keep an eye on the others and have someone on every single council member. I want to know if they breathe in our direction. Otherwise, stay on the task I gave you before.”
As if relieved to get an assignment, he shuffles out the door quickly. I watch him go, hoping this isn’t one of the last few times I’ll get to talk to him.
I stare at the top of her head from the way it’s ducked down, her curls a riot around her face today. “Are you ready for this, Angel? I’d just as soon put you on a plane to some beach island and leave you there until everything blows over.”
She huffs and then glares, setting her fork beside her bowl now. “Do we need to go over things again? I’m not going anywhere, especially not with you and the others in danger.”
It’s the answer I expect since she’s been giving it to me nonstop since I got the threat from the council. “Fine. But I’m going to keep asking in case you change your mind.”
She dips her head. “Fine. I’m going to keep saying no in case you change your mind.”
I lick my lips and shake my head at her. Mouthy little brat.
When I stand and come around the table, she tracks me all the way to her side. “Can I help you?”
I kneel on the carpet and shove her thighs open to make room for me. “I think you need a reminder of who is in charge here.”
She arches a perfect dark brow my way. “You’re the one on your knees.”
I lean down and deliver a bite to the inside of her thigh, right below her panty line. She shivers in my grasp, so I do the same to the other side. “I may be on my knees, but this isn’t submission. It’s authority.”
She leans back in the chair and settles her arms along the rests on either side of her. “Authority, huh? What’s that look like?”
I nibble her skin again, drawing a moan from her lips with each small nip. Even though she just showered, I can smell the soft musky scent of her arousal with her pussy so close to my face. I lean in and kiss her over the soft cotton of her panties.
Her breathy moan rocks through me, and my cock goes hard against my slacks. “Sit back, Angel. Let me show you how I own your sweet little pussy.”
She moans again when I tongue her slit through her panties. “This belongs to me. I’m only kneeling to get a better taste.”
Her fingers delve into my hair, mussing it, but it doesn’t matter. Not when she starts begging, proving my point for me.
56
VALENTINA
Despite the cold shoulders I received after returning, I’m happy Adrian got everyone to clear out. The penthouse is too quiet, but I’m proud he’s taking care of his people above himself. He might not realize it, but he’s a far better person than he likes to pretend to be. We certainly are rubbing off on each other and not just sexually. I’ve made peace with the fact that I’m going to help take down Andrea’s attackers. With my own two hands if I get the choice. Doing so almost feels like justice for what Rose and I endured. I wasn’t strong enough to take the vengeance I deserved back then.
Now I can be the woman Adrian needs at his side, and I can care for his people as if they are my own family. Which, I suppose they are now.
I wander the penthouse halls, not really in search of anything, more for the exercise. Adrian is likely shut up in his office, or the command room with Kai, trying to come up with a solution that leads to the least bloodshed. While I agree in most aspects, not when it comes to the people responsible for Andrea’s attack. I’ve been crystal clear on that fact to both my husband and Kai. Lucky for me, they are in complete agreement. I don’t care if taking them down escalates things. They deserve to be—I try to think of the worst punishment imaginable—drawn and quartered…if that was still a thing.
After my third lap through the halls, I head back to our bedroom and climb up on the bed. The sheets are rumpled since Adrian has removed all staff, save some of his most loyal guards. He says it’s to mitigate betrayal in our ranks, but I also think he does it to protect them. Regular cleaning crew and kitchen staff have no stake in this fight. Another pang of pride zips through me at the thought.
The worst part about this is I feel pretty useless. There’s nothing for me to do against the bureaucracy and posturing right now. Especially with Adrian refusing to allow me any freedom outside the penthouse.