Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “No, I won’t hurt them. I need their help.”
“And my father?”
I step toward her and pull her down off the last step. I grip her ass and slap it hard. She gasps, her hands on my chest.
“We’re going to kill your father,” I whisper in her ear. I pull her hair, make her gasp, and shove her against the wall as my fingers slip down her panties. She’s dripping wet, and her hips writhe as my fingers find her clit.
“How? Why? When?”
I turn her around and yank her panties down. She gasps as I spank her hard and shove her forward. I pin her uninjured cheek against the cold wall and slip my cock against her soaking pussy. She moans as I pull her hair hard and I slide deep inside.
I let out a low growl of pleasure. She’s so fucking tight and incredible and warm. My Siena. My virgin girl. She takes every inch of my cock and all the pain I can provide and begs for me. She’s insatiable, just like me.
I fuck her from behind. I slap her ass hard, harder. I want to leave marks. I want to leave her bruised. I pull her hair and make her moan as I take her rough in the stairwell.
“I’m going to cut your father’s throat and steal everything he owns,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make him pay for what he did to you. Do you hear me, Siena? Your father’s going to bleed for what he did.”
She screams out in ecstasy as I roll my fingers along her clit. Her pussy clenches down and she comes, and I roar my pleasure as I fill her from behind. We orgasm together in the shadows, the specter of death floating above and between us, but all I can feel is her racing heart and her lips against mine as she kisses me over her shoulder and my hands tease her breasts and her stiff nipples.
My cock pulses inside of her, and when this is over, the whole city will bleed and bow at our feet.
Chapter 29
Siena
It’s a hot afternoon and the midday sun hangs heavy in the sky above the lake. I shift closer to Maxim and he puts his hand on my thigh. I lean on his shoulder, grimacing slightly as my stitches pull, and settle into a comfortable position with his arm across my shoulder.
The water shimmers and shifts in the slight breeze as White Rock Lake drifts in the lazy sunlight. Boats float in the distance and families out for a relaxing afternoon stroll chatter on a nearby trail.
It’s calm and idyllic. It’s the exact opposite of what my life’s been like up to this point, but in Maxim’s arms, I can almost believe it’s real.
“I wish we could stay here forever like this,” I murmur as I bask in the comfort of Maxim’s body against mine.
“We can, if you want.”
“I’m not sure your dad’s going to let that happen.”
He laughs and hugs me tighter. “After we’re finished with our respective families, we can buy a house near here. Would you like that?”
“I can’t tell if you’re joking. Do bratva guys casually buy million-dollar homes all the time?”
“Men in my family do.” He squeezes me and kisses my hair. “What do you say?”
What do I say?
I say I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I say this sort of thing doesn’t happen to me.
But Maxim’s real and so is the way he looks down with that delightful little grin, and I smile back and kiss his lips.
“I’ll say yes to anything you ask.”
He grins huge. “That’s my girl.”
I’m about to shift my weight and kiss him for real when I spot three figures walking over. They’re dressed in suits despite the heat, and I recognize them by their gaits. Enzo walks like he’s strutting through spiderwebs, his shoulders back, a grimace on his lips. Franco glides along with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped. Santo slouches and strolls, not a care in the world.
My three brothers. So familiar, but so foreign at the same time. How did it get like this? I remember playing with them when they were little, especially Santo and Franco. Santo was such a crybaby, but Papa beat that out of him pretty quickly. I was always their rock, their shoulder to cry on, the only one that could calm them down when Papa made things hard. I loved taking care of them and I still love them, but we’re not babies anymore, and life’s no so simple.
I nod toward them and Maxim follows my gaze. “There they are,” he says. “You ready?”
“I hope so.”
“You’ll be okay. Don’t worry.” He stands and offers me his hand. I take it and together we go to meet my family in the shade of some short trees stuck in the middle of the green space between the pavement and the lake.