Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Are you okay?” Henry asks over his shoulder as we pull up to the gates of the Zarkov Estate.
He and Feliks have been talking quietly during the entire drive. While Mr. Robot and I sat in icy cold silence as we both stared out the window.
“I’m fine,” I say to Henry, and he smiles.
He and Feliks are getting along well. Which is a good sign that no one is going to get murdered here tonight.
Well, except Lev. Because I’ve already done that a thousand times in my head since we left the motel room. Nope, wait, I started murdering him in the motel room right about the time he accused me of ratting him out to Agent Michaels. Who, might I add, Lev has also decided I want as my new baby daddy.
Because Lev is an asshole.
The gates open, and we drive toward the grand house at the end of the long driveway.
Henry whistles in awe. “My God, who are you people?”
When we stop, I attack the car door handle until Feliks disconnects the child lock, and I climb out, slamming the door behind me.
Lev follows and slams his door louder before storming up the front steps behind me.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he fumes.
“To my room.”
“Oh no, you don’t. You’re coming with me.” He takes my arm. “We haven’t finished talking.”
I yank my arm free. “If you think I’m going anywhere with you only to hear you accuse me of being anything but a good sport about any of this, then you’re as delusional as you are insane.”
“And if you think you have a choice about any of this, then you’re just as delusional.”
“As if I’ve ever had any choice about any of this,” I yell.
“Then this shouldn’t be a surprise,” he yells back.
Feliks interrupts. “Um, Pakhan…”
Lev and I both turn and snap in unison, “What?”
Feliks and Henry are standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching us.
Feliks tips his head toward Henry. “Where should I put our guest for the evening? I mean, I’m happy to entertain him so you two can keep yelling at each other some more.”
Lev glares at his cousin. “Keep an eye on him. He doesn’t leave until I’ve sorted things out with Miss Masters.”
Henry doesn’t look concerned. And why would he? I can see it on his face—he thinks this is some kind of sexy argument between two people who are hot for each other. In fact, he looks like he’s having the time of his life. Especially when he hooks his arm through Feliks’ and they walk up the stairs and disappear inside together.
I see my chance to get away from the angry pakhan and storm inside behind them, but Lev is faster and catches up with me. He takes my arm again, drags me down the long palatial corridor to his office, and slams the big, heavy door shut behind us.
I shake him off and step away. “Stop manhandling me, asshole.”
“Oh, I’m the asshole?”
“Yes.”
“Remind me again, who ran away without a word and then dined with the FBI?”
I roll my eyes because I’m not prepared to go around in circles anymore. I point a finger at him and press it into his chest. “That’s not me being an asshole, that’s me protecting my baby.”
“Our baby,” he seethes. He takes a step closer, forcing my back to the wall behind me. “And no one can protect you and our baby like I can. If you think you can outrun my enemies, you’re wrong. You think you can outrun me… then you really don’t know what a tenacious fuck I can be. If you run, I will find you.”
Heat flares in his eyes, and I don’t doubt what he says.
I suck in a breath to steady my nerves as well as my aching nipples and the insane throbbing that’s taken up between my thighs. Because while my head is angry and ready for murder, apparently, my body is ready for something else entirely. Being this close to him is doing crazy things to every part of me. He’s too much. The heat coming off of him. The intense dark looks on his handsome face. And don’t get me started on how enticing his scent is. It reminds me of safety and orgasms. And unfortunately, my body remembers all too well how he gives them.
He towers over me, but his face is only inches from mine. Close enough to kiss.
I push my palm into his chest. I need space. Air. A psychiatrist.
Even now, as he takes my choice from me by bringing me back here, my body aches for his touch and his need. Not this maniac who is all hard lines and gruff words.
So when he slams his lips to mine, I respond by grabbing him by the collar and kissing him back. Hard.