Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I think I nearly shit my pants when Andrei of all people joined in and then asked if we had any fucking chocolate chip cookies. What?
“What are they saying?”
We scooted away from the bar and hid behind another giant couch.
Nixon hit the ball. “We did good, didn’t we?”
“Better than I thought, honestly,” Dad answered as he slapped the ball back, his expression free. “I’m glad Ash isn’t such an emotional screw up like Chase. I imagined we would have had to intervene or something.”
“I was ready.” Tex popped something in his mouth. “I knew you guys were going to look for an out. They’re your kids, after all. But I was ready.”
Nixon and Dad said nothing.
And then Phoenix piped up. “Sad about Violet.”
Nikolai’s voice came next. The hell, he was still here? A week later? He scratched the back of his neck, giving full view to the sickle tattoo on his finger, the one thing that proved he was still with the Russians even though he was Italian. Andrei had the same one.
“What about Violet?” Tex asked.
“She’s leaving,” Chase muttered as he shared a dark look with Andrei only to have Nikolai change the subject.
I knew my dad did it on purpose; I just couldn’t figure out why.
I released a breath. “At least now we know they weren’t going to let us die.”
“Probably.” Serena sighed. “I mean, at least our dads weren’t. Tex, on the other hand…”
“Is he tossing a gun in the air and catching it by the tip?” I asked, risking another peek.
“Junior, Serena,” Phoenix barked. “Talk any louder, and your friends are going to hear you back at the house.”
I flipped him off.
“Saw that.” He grinned without taking his eyes off the ping pong ball.
Slowly we both stood.
Nixon gave me a sharp look.
I held up my hands. “Her clothes are on!”
“Dad…” Serena rolled her eyes.
“How’d you know we were even here?” I asked as we walked by my dad and stared at all the scary as shit bosses.
“You breathe loud.” This from Chase.
“Well, this has been fun.” I grabbed Serena’s hand, and we left before the Twilight Zone of the bosses playing ping pong messed me up for life.
Breaker was the first person I saw when we walked back in the house, and then I saw King and assumed they were probably all here.
“Movie Night.” Maksim jutted his chin out at me. “PS, you still look like shit.”
I grabbed my knife.
He grinned and walked in the direction of our rec room. Ash was already there, sitting in the corner, his expression brooding as hell, and everyone else was laughing. Maybe we did need time to focus on things other than death.
Maybe that’s what the bosses were doing out there with their weird ping pong tradition.
I sat down and pulled Serena onto my lap. She wiggled a bit too much and then lifted her skirt.
My cock strained through my jeans as I felt nothing but warm heat, naked skin.
I let out a pained groan as I immediately pressed up against her, hard, ready to just unzip my pants and go to town.
Serena grabbed a nearby blanket and tossed it over us while Maksim turned off the lights, and my wicked princess reached behind her, and slowly unzipped my jeans, freeing me as though she did it all the time while watching movies.
This was a first.
My fingernails dug into the leather theater chair as she slowly appeared to move positions and fucking sank down onto me.
The amount of restraint it took not to grab her and just fuck her in front of everyone and tell them we’d be a minute was unreal.
My dick pulsed while she moved again. I gripped her by the arms and hissed out. “Hate you.”
She just laughed and said. “Hate you too.”
“Can you guys stop fighting for five minutes?” Breaker snapped back at me.
“I’d say… give it more like three,” I muttered.
“Two,” Serena countered.
I pinched her ass and whispered back. “I highly doubt I’ll even last that long. Just feeling you clench around me makes me want to—”
“Shhh!” Violet threw popcorn at us.
A jump scene happened in the movie.
And then… then Serena was off and back on—and somehow, I managed to get her off me, tuck myself back into my jeans like the calm adult I was, and grab her by the hand.
“Gotta make more popcorn,” I muttered.
Before I could even finish that sentence, we dashed to my room. Her shirt over her head, my jeans kicked off, and it was us again.
The love so strong that the hate spurned it on.
“Make it rough.” She winked.
I groaned. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Nope.” Her eyes twinkled as she grinned. “What now?”
“Now,” I growled as I crawled up to where she was lying sprawled across my bed like a present I couldn’t wait to unwrap, her breasts high and begging to be sucked, her thighs trembling just waiting for my touch. “I’m going to make you scream.”