Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
She tried not to look at him. He had the towel opened and was now showing his thick thigh.
“Does it hurt getting a tattoo?” she asked.
When she asked her brothers this question, they had all acted like it was the worst feeling in the world, and the truth was, she couldn’t trust them.
“Some of them did,” he said.
“Do you like getting them?” she asked.
“They were necessary.”
“Why?”
“My parents liked to leave scars, and I refused to keep looking at the scars they made.”
She nodded. “It makes sense.”
What didn’t make sense was the fact that she wanted to take his towel off and see his whole body. Even crazier, she wanted to take her own towel off.
This was insane. Completely and totally crazy.
Perhaps being hunted, nearly killed, and watching him kill three men was making her lose her mind. Or, it was because she was a virgin, and knowing Gnesin was somehow working with or for the Gambino family, she knew there was an increased certainty she was going to die.
She didn’t want to die a virgin. Not that she had ever been crazy for losing her virginity. It all made sense in her head.
This was the strangest way she could have ended a day. Eating burgers, seeing people murdered, knowing there was some crazy shit going on in the Bratva world, and that she should already be dead. For some odd reason, Dmitriy wouldn’t kill her and kept protecting her. That had to mean something. She didn’t know if she was just clutching at straws, just that she was trying to survive.
She didn’t want to die without knowing his touch. Yes, it went against the girl code and all that. He killed her family and protected her, but she was still attracted to him.
They could die.
She got to her feet, and Dmitriy looked up at her, and she loved when his gaze was on her. He rarely smiled or showed any emotion, but there were times when he looked at her and she was sure he felt something.
She reached for the knot she had placed in the towel, opened it up, and allowed the towel to fall to the floor.
Sometimes in life, you had to make the first move.
Chapter Six
Just moments before Dmitriy had worked his cock, thinking about Anastasia without a single item of clothing on, and now he stared up at her, completely naked.
She was dry now, but her hair was damp. And she stared at him. Not moving.
He watched her take a deep breath, and he knew she was nervous. He didn’t want her to be afraid, and he got to his feet, the food forgotten, and stared into her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you,” she said.
“Anastasia?”
“I get it if you don’t want me, but I just, it’s ... a strange time.”
He should be a gentleman. Anastasia didn’t know what she was doing, or she was reacting to the stress of their circumstances, and he got it. There was only so much strength a man possessed and only so much he could refuse a woman.
Anastasia, the woman he had been crazy about for so freaking long, was right in front of him, and he didn’t want to not be with her. He had never claimed to be a good man, and his dream woman was offering herself up on a plate. He was not going to refuse.
Banding an arm around her waist, he pulled her in close and took possession of her lips, finally kissing her. It was like he could finally breathe. She was everything. He couldn’t get enough of her lips, and as he ran his hands all over her body, he knew there was no chance he was ever going to be able to stop.
Anastasia reached for his towel and it dropped to the floor. Even though he had brought himself to release just moments ago, he was ready to go again. His cock thickened as Anastasia ran her hands up his chest and circled them around his neck. Her naked tits pressed against his chest.
Sliding his hands down, he couldn’t resist cupping her full ass. He gripped her cheeks, pulling her in close, and he heard her soft moan. He growled against her lips, swallowing down each sound she made. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips to her neck and flicked his tongue across her pulse. This made her gasp, and he spun her to the bed, dropping her down.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“I’m not going to, Anastasia. We’re only just getting started.”
He knew their lives were in danger, but for now, they were safe to enjoy this night. It might be the only night Anastasia allowed him to touch her. The reality of who he was and what he had done might set in, and when that happened, she would push him away. Dmitriy knew the risks, but he was also willing to take them.