Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Mass abruptly stands. He nods at the assembled group. None of them nod back. Nobody looks happy. But they don’t try to stop him as Mass turns and stalks out, forcing me and Lucy to quickly follow in his wake.
“What happened in there?” I ask once we reach the parking lot. Mass gives me an inscrutable look. “That guy Kaan with the scar on his face. He hates your guts even though Lucy says he’s loyal. What did you say to him?”
Mass holds up a hand. He steers me to his car. We get into the back and leave Lucy to handle final logistics. Once the driver pulls out, Mass turns to study me.
“I threatened him,” he says softly, looking fascinating as he stares at me. “Kaan’s always been reliable. But Medved’s been causing him problems, and he’s been lashing out. I couldn’t understand why until now. I saved Kaan’s brother, but in the years since, he’s lost two cousins and countless friends to street fighting. I suspect he blames me. I’ll have to remove him from power sooner rather than later before he becomes a problem.”
“I was right.” Excitement slices into my chest. I can’t help but laugh. “You thought he was loyal, and once you realized the truth—”
“I understood how to handle him. The carrot no longer worked. Instead, I used the stick.”
“What did you threaten him with?”
“That isn’t important.”
“Mass—”
“Do you really want to know how evil your husband is?” He touches my cheek. I find it hard to believe that he’s a monster, not when his fingers softly caress my skin. He can be so gentle.
“Yes, I do.”
“I told him that I am going to kill one of his uncles for every day he delays in accepting my terms.”
My heart skips a beat. “Would you really?”
“I’m a Dragon, wife. I don’t make idle threats.”
“How many uncles does he have, anyway?”
He smiles slightly. “Not that many.”
I let what just happened sink in. I helped Mass threaten a criminal into submission.
I should be deeply disturbed by what I just did.
But instead, excitement courses through my veins.
“Here’s hoping his uncles have a very long life,” I say, slightly breathless. My chest rises and falls rapidly as Mass touches my lips with his thumb.
“How did you know?” he asks quietly. “Kaan’s been loyal for a long time. I never considered that might have changed. He’s been listening to Medved and letting his emotions get in the way of our business. I should have seen it sooner. But how did you realize? You don’t even speak the language.”
“I was just watching everyone, and I could tell something was off. It was the way he reacted every time you talked, like…”
“Like he was thinking about cutting my throat.”
“Probably something like that.”
Mass grunts in the back of his throat and leans forward, kissing my neck. “I’m deeply impressed, my wife.”
“Didn’t realize I was so useful?”
“I didn’t know you were half so perceptive.”
“I grew up in a crime family. I had to pick up a few things.”
He takes my hips and roughly pulls me to him. I let out a yelp of surprise and end up straddling him, my tight black jeans stretching over my ass, his hands firm on my body. He leans forward, one hand sliding up into my hair.
“I think you need to come with me to more negotiations.” His grip tightens as he tugs my chin up. His mouth meets mine every so gently. Arousal floods through my core as my heart races.
“Is that an invitation?”
“It’s a demand.”
“We’ll have to negotiate my rate.”
He laughs lightly, kissing me again. “I know how I’ll pay you.”
“Are you offering sex? You’re a little too confident.”
“Only because I know what you want. You can read others like their emotions are words on a page. But I can read you.”
Another thrill hammers between my legs as he drags my mouth to his, this time taking me in a deep, blistering kiss.
I lose myself in the heady rush. I just made myself useful in an extremely dangerous and volatile criminal meeting even though I didn’t really know what was going on. I helped Mass with his business. I hoped I could do something but never imagined it would be this important.
And now I’m letting myself get overwhelmed by the moment. I know dimly that I should pull back and gain control over myself, but I can’t seem to make my body react the way I want it to.
Instead, I moan into his kiss and press myself against him. I grind down into his lap, happy to feel him stiffening between my legs.
He reacts like this every time. The second I touch him, the man’s hard as iron, like he can’t help himself.
The most powerful man in the world is weak when it comes to me.
His hands push up my shirt and his mouth finds my breasts. He kisses my neck and chest, tugs off my bra, and sucks my nipples. I groan, pushing myself against him harder. I don’t care if the car rocks wildly. I shimmy out of my jeans before dropping to my knees in front of him, my knees spread, a look of pure fire in his eyes as he lifts his hips and helps me get his slacks off.