Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Dmitri flipped them and drove into her, chasing his own pleasure even as he kept kissing her. My queen. My wife. Mine. His orgasm hit with the force of a freight train, and he sucked her bottom lip as he came. He buried his face in her neck and just let himself… be… for a moment. With Keira drawing abstract patterns on his cooling skin, his mind was blissfully blank. He dragged his mouth along her neck. “You are a gift.”
“Glad you think so, but maybe wait until you see the bill for the dresses I just bought yesterday.”
He chuckled. “They’ll be worth every penny, I’m sure.”
“They’d be a better deal if you don’t make a habit of ripping them to shreds every time we have sex.”
He lifted his head to find her grinning at him. He raised his eyebrows. “Worth. Every. Penny. But next time we dine alone, I want you wearing this and nothing else.”
“This being… naked.” She made a show of looking at the nonexistent space between their bodies. “I can get down with that.”
“Much obliged.” He kissed her again and slid off her. “We have work to do.”
Keira stretched her arms over her head, and her entire body turned into a beautiful arch as she stretched. The move had the sheet sliding off her hips and her breasts practically begging for his mouth. He dragged his gaze away through sheer force of will, but there was no missing the laughter in her voice. “I suppose that means I shouldn’t suggest showering together to save time.”
I shouldn’t…
The thought didn’t have a chance to properly form before he rounded the bed and scooped her into his arms. “All in the name of saving time, of course.”
“Of course.”
The fact that Keira wasn’t walking funny defied the laws of logic. They fucked again in the shower, her braced against the built-in shelf of the tiled wall while Dmitri took her from behind. Her entire body was sore in the most glorious way possible, and she still wanted to spend the next week locked in their bedroom with him. First, vengeance, then honeymoon fucking.
Keira took her time getting ready. Her usual outfit of jeans and a tank top didn’t fit the image she wanted to project, and so she dug through the closet to find something that screamed Queen Bitch. She had to start taking this shit seriously, and as much as she liked the grunge look, maybe it was time to grow up a little. She found a color-blocked pencil skirt in black and gray, and a matching black lacy tank top. After the slightest consideration, she delved into the lingerie drawer for a garter belt and thigh-high black stockings. When Dmitri came back from wherever it was he’d gone, she’d give him a little surprise. It was silly to miss him when he’d been inside her less than an hour ago, but she swore the house felt emptier without him in it. She sighed and got dressed, throwing a slim-cut gray blazer over the top to tone down the sexiness of the lace.
One last check in the mirror gave her pause. The woman staring back at her looked only vaguely familiar. They had the same wavy hair, the same hazel eyes. But there was nothing of the self-loathing she’d borne like the weight of the world on her shoulders for years. Her hands didn’t shake from needing whatever drug she could get her hands on. Her mood wasn’t dark and tipping into despair.
She didn’t look like a pawn.
She looked like a motherfucking queen.
She grinned at her reflection and headed downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat. Claudia wouldn’t arrive for another hour or so, but Keira wanted to go over the plans with Pavel again to make sure they’d anticipated every option. They’d need to go through it a third time with Dmitri tomorrow, but she wanted it as foolproof as it could get.
A quick bite later and she cornered Pavel in the secondary office the men used throughout the day. He saw her come through the door and shot straight up. “Mrs. Romanov.”
“O’Malley-Romanov.”
He hesitated like he wanted to contradict her but nodded. “Mrs. O’Malley-Romanov.”
Good boy. She noted that he very carefully kept his gaze on her face, and almost laughed. She’d obviously traumatized the poor man last night, but it was just as well. There was wisdom in not allowing any of the men to become too familiar with her. Right now, they weren’t quite sure where she fit in with the overall hierarchy, and they weren’t willing to do anything to piss her off. That suited her purposes just fine—for now. Once they were past this mess with the Eldridges, Keira had every intention of ironing out all sorts of shit within the household.
She gave him a tight smile. “Let’s go through it once more.”