Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Sonia frowned. “That wouldn’t be good.” She glanced over her shoulder at Joshua.
He waited, wondering what she would say. Sasha had taken a cop prisoner. He’d sent that cop’s girlfriend on an errand. Bastien would have been alone, wondering what they were doing to his woman. If that had been Joshua, and he found out who had done it, he would have killed them all. Nothing, no one, would have been safe until he got Sonia back. Even then, he would have exacted vengeance.
“You really didn’t know who took him,” Sonia pointed out. “They were Russian, but they could have been hired by Blake’s family. You have no real idea who they were or what they wanted. The last thing you want is for the Russian mob to come after you and Bastien, Molly. Believe me, they never stop. If they want Bastien dead because he arrests one of their own, sooner or later it will happen.”
Molly gasped and put a hand to her throat. “I didn’t think about that.”
“What did you tell him?”
“He was completely in the dark. He didn’t know what they wanted and I just said they wanted you, Sonia. He’s going to come here and demand to know what happened. I should call him and let him know you’re safe. He’s out looking for you, along with the entire police, sheriff and highway force.”
“I’m sorry, your phone was thrown out onto the road,” Sonia admitted. “And mine is smashed to smithereens.”
Joshua took out his and handed it to Molly. “Call him, but if you don’t want him to be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life, you need to come up with a story.”
He didn’t like that they were protecting Sasha, but the man could be an ally now, when his father was sure to attack, and also after when he ran the Bogomolov empire. His mind began to come up with plausible stories for Bastien; after all, it was what he did best.
17
Sonia gasped with every smack on her bright red bottom. He gently rubbed the heat into her decorated cheeks, all the while strumming her clit with his other hand. He’d been at this for some time. His cock felt as if it might shatter, so full and hard it was brutal waiting. Angry sex would have been a great release, but he couldn’t sustain anger at her. He gave her another smack, watching her face, seeing the flush spread, the way she bit her lower lip, hearing her small, panting cry of pure need.
“Joshua.” His name came out in a breathless keen. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you in me.” Each word was punctuated with her breath.
He fucking loved that. He loved holding her right on the edge, denying her release, taking her up over and over. She was so beautiful like this. Bent over the bed, hands fisting in the sheets, her legs spread out, his thighs between them while he played with her body. While he worshiped every inch of her.
She totally trusted him or she would never have allowed his kind of play. Why hadn’t her brain remembered that trust when she’d needed it most? He gave her another smack, because just thinking about her leaving him, her talking suicide, her trading her life for his or Bastien’s nearly broke him.
It had taken hours for the cops to leave. He knew Bastien was still suspicious, but he’d dropped his interrogation, allowing the others to do the job because he was part of the investigation. During those hours, with the police invading his home, he’d watched Sonia protect her ex-husband. She’d been brilliant at it. She’d been careful never to word her story the same way twice and she’d cautioned Molly to be careful of that as well. Molly, thankfully, hadn’t known much. Sonia had handled the cops like a pro. She’d be an asset to him. She’d been cool under the bombardment of questions, known when to have a small breakdown and remained adamant that she never saw those who’d taken her.
She’d been beautiful sitting there, looking vulnerable. He’d seen more than one cop staring at her breasts, the way they jutted out under that tight tee. He’d been able to make out both nipples. When she’d moved, her breasts swayed, drawing attention to her lush curves. He’d sat with his cock a fucking rock, a steel spike with no relief. He hadn’t been the only man in the room with his body out of control.
Once he’d thought about getting a sweater or something to cover her up, but that vulnerable, fragile, sexy-as-hell look had had every man believing her bullshit – with the exception of Bastien. Joshua’s admiration and respect for her grew, but he detested the fact that it was Sasha she’d been defending. By the time the cops left, his need to stake his claim on her had grown to unhealthy lengths. He’d known it, but hadn’t cared. Then he’d had to wait until Bastien took Molly home.