Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Intense relief washes through my entire body, and I let out a harsh breath. “Thank you, Viktor.”
“Hey, what is family for if not to kill your cousin’s love interest,” he says jokingly.
“Love interest, my ass,” I mutter. “If anyone’s going to kill Abigail, it will be me.”
His eyebrows rise again, then he chuckles, “Have fun with that.” Letting out a sigh, he adds, “I’ll be there first thing tomorrow to deal with my enforcers. Make sure they don’t leave St. Monarch’s.”
“Will do,” Uncle Carson replies.
The encrypted video call ends, then my uncle lifts an eyebrow at me. “So you and Abigail?”
I let out a sigh, then mutter, “The girl doesn’t deserve to die because her father is a fucking idiot.”
“Right.”
Talking about the girl. I have a bone to pick with her.
Just as I leave the office, I see Misha coming down the hallway. The man is in a fuck-ton of trouble for stopping the hit on Abigail, but he’ll be okay. Viktor isn’t an unreasonable man.
I take the stairs up, and turning down the hallway, I see Abigail and Aurora come out of a suite. Abigail heads my way while Aurora walks to the suite next door.
As Abigail swipes her keycard, I hear her sniff before she enters the room. The door is busy closing when I place my hand against the wood, forcing it back open.
Abigail doesn’t hear me come in, and while I let the door shut softly behind me, I watch as she wraps her arms around her waist.
“Jesus,” she whispers. “That was a close call.”
When I stalk toward her, she turns around, and the moment her eyes land on me, they widen with surprise. She quickly wipes tears from her face, and seeing her cry delivers a blow to my heart.
My hand darts out, and grabbing hold of her jaw, I lean down until our breaths warm the small space between our faces.
“You’re insufferable,” I growl.
“I know.”
“You fucking drive me insane.”
She takes a step forward, pressing her body against mine. “Good.”
“Christ,” I mutter, my eyes burning into hers. My grip tightens on her jaw while too much tension builds between us. “You have a death wish.”
“I do.” She lifts her chin, her lashes lowering with seduction. “It’s you.”
She pushes against my hold on her jaw until her lips brush against mine. We don’t break eye contact as her teeth tug at my bottom lip.
Her voice is a hoarse whisper as she asks, “Are you going to punish me, Daddy?”
My heart hammers against my ribs, and watching her eyes dilate with desire, I give in to the fucking push and pull between us. I’m rock hard, and there’s only one thing that will satisfy me – to fucking dominate Abigail’s sass.
Lifting my other hand to the back of her head, I grab her hair and yank her back, so her throat is exposed. I move my hand from her jaw to where her pulse is racing.
“Is that what you want, Malyshka?” My eyes keep hers prisoner as I call her ‘little girl’ in Russian. “For me to give you the spanking you deserve.”
Need tightens her features, and it drives me fucking wild seeing her like this.
“Please,” she purrs.
Chapter 12
Abbie
Being thrown from one intense moment to another has my heart racing wildly.
I’ve spent weeks flirting with this man, and now that he’s standing in my suite, the moment is surreal.
Nikolai’s features are cut from stone, his dark eyes holding a world of danger I might not be ready for.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Nikolai Vetrov. He’s intense, brutal, hot as hell, and as manly as they come.
I want him to do filthy things to me. The need is so freaking overpowering I’m ready to beg for him to fuck me.
He keeps staring at me, and I struggle to keep eye contact. I’m not going to lie, he intimidates me, and I know, with him, I’m constantly playing with a fire that can burn me to a crisp.
But I want him. So fucking badly.
Just as I start worrying that he’ll reject me and storm out of my suite, he lowers his head until I can almost taste him on my tongue.
“Please,” I beg. Tomorrow I’ll worry about the pride I’m sacrificing. Right now, I’ll do anything he wants. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
I watch as his eyes darken at hearing the word. I’ve picked up it’s a turn-on for him.
Letting out a needy groan, my eyes flick between his mouth and his almost black irises.
“Christ,” he growls. His features grow harder, and I expect him to shove me away from him, but instead, his grip on my hair tightens until it’s painful.
With his eyes burning into mine, his breaths speed up, and when his mouth brushes against mine, a moan escapes me.
Jesus. This is so freaking intense I’m going to lose my mind.