Series: Series by Ker Dukey
Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Of course,” I admit. “But you’re not in Russia anymore.”
Bundling my hair into his fist, his other hand comes to grip my jaw, tipping my head up. He kisses my neck and rubs his cock against my ass. “It doesn’t matter where we are. And Ven had to return home to deal with Yuri’s death.”
My phone begins vibrating in my pocket and I groan at the interruption. It’s probably just Vika. She’s hounding me about this stupid dress.
Z’s chuckle rumbles down my spine and then he moves away busying himself with clearing the plates.
Slipping my phone from my pocket, cement fills my legs.
Incoming call from Adam.
“What is it?” Z asks, wrapping his fingers around my wrist turning the phone toward him. “That was fast. Answer it.”
Taking a deep breath, I bring the phone to my ear. “Adam.”
“I want to see you.”
“I have a wish list too. Do you want the link?” I raise a brow, and Z folds his arm watching me.
“Don’t fuck around, woman. I want to talk about what happened, and I want to see my niece.”
How dare he.
“You’ve never wanted to see her before, so let’s not play these games,” I warn, fisting my hand.
“Just meet me. You’ve not been back to the house.”
So, he is watching Jeremiah’s house.
“Levi told me you had those twins there.” His tone drops and I can imagine the seething glare on his face.
“And?”
“And I know who you really are, Alyona.” He spits my name like it’s dirty.
If this was two days ago, that might scare me, but now, I don’t give a shit. Leaning my hip against the counter, I bite into another piece of pancake. “Do you want a gold star?” I croon around the mouthful, watching Z’s amused grin.
“Your fucking mouth has always irritated me,” Adam hisses. “It needs to be filled.”
Bastard.
“Is that why you want to meet? Because it won’t go as you think, Adam.” I may have allowed him to overpower me once, but I don’t need to hide who I am now.
Sighing down the line he grinds out, “I want to meet to discuss things going forward.”
I mouth to Z, “He wants to meet.”
Z nods and mouths back, “The Vault.”
Nodding, I say back to Adam, “Fine, but it will be somewhere neutral.”
“I’ll let you choose where.” He sounds too cocky, confident.
“Let’s do it at The Vault.”
“Fine, meet there in two hours.”
The line goes dead, and I bark to the dial tone, “Two hours?”
Fuck.
“He wants to meet today, in two hours,” I say in disbelief.
There goes swimming and getting to know Mrs. Potts.
“It’s fine,” Z assures me. “I’ll call Rodion and Viktor now. It’s better we get this over with.”
Ignoring Z’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my face, I strap a blade to my ankle. “I’m coming, Z. It’s me he thinks he’s meeting,” I remind him.
“Why are you strapping weapons to yourself?” His ass leans against the lip of the dresser in the master bedroom, arms folded over his impressive chest.
“To be prepared. Protection. Defense. What do you think I’m doing it for?”
The veins in his forearms pulse. “I will be there. Rodion, our father, and Viktor will all be there.”
“I know.” I shrug, tying my hair back.
“Do you question what I would do for you?” He prowls over to me and then grips my chin, tipping my face to his. He searches my eyes. “I’d burn the world to the ground for you and then fuck you in the ashes of it.”
Well fucking hell. My thighs squeeze.
Licking his lips, he orders, “You better stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I choke out thickly.
“Like you’re going to make us late because you need my dick filling all your needy holes.”
Damn him.
“Hmmm.” He growls low in the back of his throat. Releasing me, he unbuckles his belt, slow and deliberate. I watch transfixed. “Get on your knees, Alyona,” he commands. “Now.”
Rodion taps a finger to his watch on his wrist as we walk up to him and Andru who’ve been waiting for us at the back of The Vault. “You’re late, angel.” He affixes me with a hard stare when my cheeks blush and I bite on my bottom lip.
Z brushes past my body, making me shiver involuntarily. “Sorry. She was busy getting her dirty halo fixed.” He grins, and I flush even harder when Andru groans.
No dad wants to hear about this crap.
“Is that shame creeping up your neck, Alyona?” Rodion teases, dropping his voice low against my ear. He pulls me into his body with one arm and guides us inside The Vault.
Stroking my hand to my neck and nudging him with my hip, I confess, “More likely it’s Z’s fingerprints.”
Z leans into Rodion’s other side. “She wore my hand like a necklace, brother. It was her turn to pray on her knees.”