Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Well, I’m back, motherfuckers. Trust me, you aren’t ready for this sexy ass.
I laughed at my own joke. We all needed a little comedy sometime, just to take the fucking stress away. My stress? It was to make sure I stayed alive long enough to protect my family.
A car was already waiting for me. I barely felt the Russian winter as I buckled up safely and warmly into the car.
The drive back to the estate was silent. Valentin knew I was coming, yet he didn’t come pick me up himself.
“Where is Valentin?” I asked Yegor.
He cleared his throat before replying. “He is out of the country. He left this morning, and I have no fucking idea why. Valentin just said it was business after he told me to welcome you back home.”
Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, and he shrugged. The driver stayed silent, not saying a word.
I leaned against my seat and wondered what business he had to take care of.
But all of that was forgotten as we got nearer to the estate.
Valentin wasn’t home.
That meant…she was alone.
My eyes widened when the blonde beauty made her way into my thoughts yet again. Well, fuck me, but did this game just become easy?
I pressed a finger to my lips, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Just fucking perfect.
All worry seeped out. In its place, anticipation leaked in. My knees bounced, and I looked outside, feeling my heart pumping faster. My blood roared in my ears as we got closer to where the silent girl stayed in all her glorious, forbidden beauty.
A nun in a tower, waiting for her Prince to save her.
But I was no Prince Charming. I was the wolf, ready to pounce.
My cock twitched in my slacks at the thought, and I mentally stroked it before patting it, like the good boy it was. It’s okay, boy. We are about to get lucky.
When the car made its final stop, I didn’t wait for the driver to open my door. I was already out and walking toward the entrance.
The door was opened, the men slightly bowing at my presence. I didn’t spare them a glance, for they didn’t deserve my attention.
My attention belonged up there—down the long hall, hidden in a room.
My steps were filled with purpose and determination as I made my way up.
Your loss, Valentin. My gain.
Since the very first time I had laid eyes on her, she had gotten me intrigued. She had made my heart still for one fucking moment, capturing all my attention.
And now that I had her all for myself, I was going to let out my wolf to play.
I was going to uncover all her secrets, the hidden ones she kept locked inside her heart. Like it or not, baby…but you just became part of this game.
Slowly, she was going to open for me, like the petals of a flower after showering it.
Just like her legs would spread open soon.
My heart continued to drum to a strange beat—faster and harder as I drew closer to her door. It was closed, shielding her away from me.
My palms were sweaty, and I glared at the shakiness of my hands. What the fuck? Was I nervous?
Hell to the No.
I stared at my hands before looking at the door again. My chest suddenly felt tight, and I scowled. Shaking my head, I tried to clear the clouds in my head.
And without a second thought, I placed my hand on the doorknob and twisted it open.
Chapter 13
Her
I placed my knitting material next to me and stared at the sunset. It was so beautiful that I wanted to reach out and grab it, hold it close to me.
The large windows were my escape from reality. Just a glimpse of the outside world. I liked it. It was enough for me.
I admired the view and wished I could be on the hillside, with my sister by my side. We would both look at the sunset, gazing into the beauty. Just the two of us. Happy and safe.
She loved the sunrise and the sunset. Before, I never appreciated them. But now, they reminded me of my sister, so I held them close. They were the only thing I had of my sister. The only way I could feel close to her.
I thought of the picture in my drawer—something else that was close to my heart. I had very few meaningful things in my life, but the few I had, I treasured them.
I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t feel anyone entering my room until it was too late.
Until I felt the presence right next to me, the heat of someone next to my body. Frozen in my chair, I stared straight ahead.
The cologne that touched my nose told me it wasn’t my husband.
It was someone else.
Someone I didn’t know.
The scent was soft. It didn’t give a headache like Valentin’s. It was manly enough but not too hard.