Wicked Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva #1) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Bobrov Bratva Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
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22

GHOST

Katie’s first appearance as Kirill’s wife went well. She displayed her virtuousness with perfection and has everyone fooled. She shows no signs of lust or wantonness, not even when she looks at me, which pisses me off.

She is not mine to sully.

She is not mine to touch.

But she is my only hope.

Without her, my plan will unravel, and everything I’ve fought to achieve the past four years will come undone.

I can’t let that happen.

No matter how delicious I believe it will be, no cunt is worth losing everything for.

So, instead, I curl my hand around my cock and stroke it to the beat of my heart, confident just the memories of Katie touching herself in the moonlight weeks ago will keep the fire in my belly burning longer than Kirill’s wish to derail me.

I have what it takes to beat him, and it is all thanks to her.

As I remember her lips circling my thumb, I roll the same chunky digit over the head of my cock. I use the bead of pre-cum to lubricate my strokes. It is smoother than the water pumping out of the showerhead and slippery like her tongue when it darted out to lick up the salty blob.

A grunt rumbles in my chest when I tighten my grip. She’s too tight not to strangle my cock and too virginal not to cause us both pain. I rock my hips, jackknifing them at speed until a familiar tingle forms at the base of my cock within minutes. Just now, the image of her stained panties comes to mind. It is closely followed by the scent of her arousal.

“Christ, Little Lamb,” I murmur in Russian, confident the feeling of my hand pumping my cock will have nothing on how good she’d feel wrapped around it.

She’d suck at me and beg me to take her harder, all the while shuddering through orgasm after orgasm.

I grit my teeth when the images rolling through my head like a movie switch to ones I don’t want to see. She’s not meant to be lying in front of me, naked from the waist down, waiting for insemination. She’s meant to be waiting for me.

“Come on.” I grip my cock harder while endeavoring to get my thoughts back to the images of Katie stroking her clit in my bed. Her writhes were faint but present, and her moans were solely mine.

Not even staring at my scarred face could take her focus off her needs. She wanted to come, and she needed me to help her achieve that.

“Now I need you to help me do the same, маленький ягнено.”

While pressing my thumb down on the vein feeding my cock, I remember the glint her eyes get when I enter her room with food the past three weeks and how she begs me to stay. She says she hates the silence, but I know it is more than that.

She thinks I’m her savior.

I know that is far from the truth.

If it weren’t for me, she’d be free.

I did send the car to collect her from the auction. He was meant to bring her to the docks. Up until last month, I thought she was the consequence of friendly fire. I should have known better when Kirill ordered us to ‘donate’ a body to the hospital where her sister was taken after her family’s accident. Organs on the black market don’t go cheap. Kirill lost over three hundred thousand that night but gained notoriety for his saintly ways.

It doubled his wish to be God and grew his manic behavior to an unmanageable level.

“Fuck,” I roar when the remembrance of his ways softens my cock.

To function like a man without needs, I have to take care of the backlog, but he stole even that from me. Instead of blowing my load on the tiles in my bathroom, I switch off the faucet, climb out, and dry myself.

I’m partway into my room when my cell phone rings. The ringtone announces it is Alek, much less recognition that no one calls me. Kirill is old-fashioned. Most of our meetups occur in person.

“What?”

Alek takes my angry tone in stride. “He wants you to do Kate’s insemination today.”

The tick of my jaw is heard in my reply, “Why?” Kirill requested I be present during Katie’s daily inseminations at their wedding, but this is the first time in the past three weeks he’s demanded I undertake the procedure that will see her becoming his Virgin Mary.

The ruffle of a shrug sounds down the line before Alek’s deep exhale. “The day I work out that man’s inner workings is the day I’m dead.”

I have an inkling to the reason he’s fucking with my head, but I’d rather not disclose that. “Has she been fed?” I usually deliver Katie’s meals, another request from Kirill, but this morning, my dick took priority over my obligations.


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