Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Agony washes over Ben’s face, but he nods. “No, he took the blame. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen my dad cry.”
My eyes flood with tears again. Me telling him to blame his dad is useless. They all suffered. It was a shared family trauma. I hug him again. “I’m so glad you lived, Benjamin Baranov.”
Baron lets out a chuff of air. “Yeah?”
I nod, considering. So much has happened in the last weeks. A seeming lifetime has passed. I was packed off from Paris to marry a stranger, started at a new university, was thrown into a cell made up of bratva heirs, experienced the wildest sex of my life, and…fell in love.
And if my dad hadn’t arranged my marriage to Baron, I would’ve missed all of it. I wouldn’t know this incredible young man, who is brilliant and strong and flawed in the most beautiful way. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be the focus of a man like him. A man who commands attention from everyone around him and moves mountains to orchestrate the fate he desires. A dangerous, violent man who hasn’t shown a shred of anger toward me, even when I provoke him. A man who might be morally grey but definitely operates under a code.
I kiss him. “Yeah. I’m falling in love with my husband.” Saying the words out loud feels like pushing off the top of a double black diamond ski slope without poles.
Baron catches the back of my head. His eyes blaze. The intensely focused bratva prince is back with me now–all trauma erased. “I fell in love with you the moment you walked off that plane, malyshka,” he says. He kisses me fiercely, his lips slamming into mine, his tongue lashing into my mouth. His cock lengthens, pressing against my core.
“Inside,” he rasps against my lips, lifting my waist to help me stand. “I need you on a bed. Under me. Naked.”
I laugh as he follows me up. “Not a roof?”
He takes my hand and ushers me to the window, steadying me as I climb in. “Too risky.” He suddenly sobers. “I’m not losing you.”
My heart flops in my chest. My tragedy-tainted husband will probably always worry about keeping me safe.
The truth is, I feel completely safe with him. I was afraid at first because I don’t understand why I’m here, and I’m still mad at him for not telling me, but I believe Baron will keep me safe, whatever comes.
“I’m always safe with you,” I murmur.
Baron
She’s falling in love with me.
My heart stretches and sings. It’s sooner than I hoped. More than I expected. As soon as we get inside, I pick her up and pin her against the wall, kissing the Hell out of her.
She bites my lower lip and tugs. “I thought you said on the bed.”
I press the bulge of my cock against the notch between her legs. “Is it too vanilla? I don’t want you to think I’m boring.”
She laughs with her head thrown back. “Impossible.” She pronounces the word in French instead of English.
“Oh, that’s hot, malyshka. Speak to me in French.”
She lets out a string of French as I lower her to her feet and peel her shirt off.
“Take your pants off,” I say as I unbutton my own. I left my tank top out on the roof, but I don’t care.
She reaches for my jeans. “I’m going to take your pants off.”
My dick, already straining at the zipper, gets even harder. I thought my wife submitting to my domination was hot, but there’s nothing hotter than her initiating sex.
She sucks in her lower lip and holds my gaze as she drags my zipper down.
I let out a rough breath when she frees my erection. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of both my jeans and boxers and slides them down my legs.
My cock stands at full attention, already dripping pre-cum from the tip.
Lara grips the base of my cock and squeezes, lengthening my erection. She holds it up and licks my balls, gently sucking first one into her mouth then the other.
I groan, and the sound has a pained rasp to it. “That’s so good, malysh. You’re killing me.”
She trails her tongue along the underside of my cock and swirls it around the rim. Then, in one smooth motion, she engulfs the entire head and slides my cock into the pocket of her cheek.
“Fuck, baby. That’s so good,” I praise her, my fingers sliding into her hair. I alternate massaging her scalp and closing my fingers into a fist and tugging gently, and she starts to hum around my cock.
The leash on my control starts to slip. She’s more than killing me. I’m already dead. I’ve had a lot of sex for a guy my age–I started young, and I’ve experimented a lot–but nothing compares to this moment.