Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
What she looked like was a woman in need of a thorough fucking, rough and uncontrolled—the kind of fucking that caused property damage.
He gave himself a shake, forcing his body back under control. “You look like a spoiled brat.”
“That’s rich coming from you.” She laughed and shifted, giving him a glimpse of red lacy panties as she righted herself on the throne and leaned forward, her face at the same height as his cock. Keira eyed him. “Tell me something.”
“I’ll consider it.” He stared at her sinfully curved lips, doing his damnedest to remind himself why he was here to begin with. He turned, finding the man he’d had following Keira in the first place, and nodded.
Mikhail strode up to the dais and grabbed Keira, tossing her over his shoulder and marching for the door. Dmitri followed, staring down anyone who looked like they might protest. There weren’t many. An entire crowd full of people and exactly two appeared as if they weren’t okay with witnessing a kidnapping. These are the people she surrounds herself with. Unforgivable.
His driver had the door open and waiting, and Mikhail deposited her in there and shoved her back when she immediately tried to claw her way to freedom. He glanced askance at Dmitri, but he wasn’t in the mood for an audience. “Go.”
Mikhail shoved Keira back one last time and slammed the door shut. Dmitri strode around the car and slid into the backseat, listening for the driver to engage the locks once more and for the car to lurch into motion. Satisfied they wouldn’t be interrupted, he turned to Keira. “Now we can have a conversation.”
She shoved her hair out of her eyes. “I know kidnapping worked out well for James Halloran, but he actually had the decency to fuck my sister before he took her.”
“I—”
“Don’t fuck children. You keep saying it.” She took a slow breath and he could actually see the walls come back up, the panic disappearing and being replaced by arrogance. Keira leaned back against the seat and crossed her long legs, making her skirt ride up even farther. “You want to know what I think?”
He found that he did, which didn’t suit his purposes one bit. “No.”
She tossed her hair over one shoulder. “I think you can chant that I’m a child all you want, but we both know that I’m not. For fuck’s sake, I haven’t been a virgin for years.”
The thought of some sweating teenager fumbling at her panties wasn’t one Dmitri relished—and the thought of a grown man taking her in that way before she was eighteen made him downright murderous. He knew himself well enough to recognize that for the warning sign it was. “The fact remains.”
“Does it?” She leaned over, taking his hand and sliding it up her thigh to cup her. He hissed out a breath to find her panties soaked. Keira met his gaze. “Take me home and this is yours.”
She’s bargaining her body for her safety.
He jerked his hand away, though he could still feel her against his fingers, the barest barrier of lace between them. “I am taking you home.”
She frowned. “I never pegged you for a liar. Murderer, yes. Torturer, most definitely, but not a liar.”
“I don’t lie.”
Her gaze cleared and he realized for the first time that she was startlingly close to sober. “It’s a power play. You’re going to dump me on my family’s doorstep to make a point that you can get to their dearest baby sister whenever you want to.” She crossed her legs. “Are you going to rough me up a bit first? Or—”
“No.” He shouldn’t have let her take his hand. It was a mistake. Now all he could think about was how close she sat and how few barriers there were between them. He glanced out the window, checking their progress. Not fast enough.
“Some criminal mastermind you are.”
He turned and pinned her with a look. “I would think you’d be relieved that you’ll be left unharmed.” It was the memory of her on his fingertips that had more words escaping, words he had no intention of giving voice to. “Or would you rather I rip off that pathetic excuse for panties and take what you’ve been waving in front of me since we met?”
Her eyes went wide and her breathing picked up. “You’ve said that you wouldn’t.”
“And you’ve pointed out that my primary defense is inaccurate.” He touched her knee, the barest of pressure causing her thighs to spread. She watched him the way a deer watches a hunter, all wide-eyed and frozen with indecision on whether she should run or fight or welcome him.
Dmitri shifted, sliding his hand higher. “I could stroke you like this and have you coming on my hand before you decided if you wanted it or not.” He cupped her, not bypassing the lace, his entire being focused on her reactions. Her quick breaths, her gaze focused on his mouth, her hips subtly arching up to meet his touch…All of it indicated desire.