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)
No.
No.
Fuck no.
Nothing this pure can be wrong. Even if we’re broken, I don’t want to mend. Our shared history is steeped in blood and darkness, and our lives were intricately woven together by scars and sorrow. Even so, I wouldn’t change any of it if it means I get him. Fate brought us together, but love kept us together.
“I fucking love you, asshole, and I know you love me,” he says, pointing up at his nose. “I wouldn’t let anyone else ruin this pretty face.”
Nothing could ruin his face.
“I love you,” he says again, taking a step closer and my heart pounds. “I love you.”
Closer.
“I love you.”
I crash into him, my lips claiming, our bodies entwining as we fall to the floor with a thud. Alyona disappears and I’m faintly aware of feet going up the stairs as Rodion palms my dick.
We tear at each other, raw and primal, shredding clothes, until we’re skin to skin. We fight for dominance. I pin him and take bites from his flesh, tasting the salty twang of his skin against my tongue and grinding my dick against his, fisting his hair. Then we’re rolling and he pins me, tasting down my body, owning, claiming, loving. His mouth sucks down my length until I hit the back of his throat. A hiss escapes my lips, and my back arches off the floor. He sucks and slurps down my dick like it’s the first time he’s ever tasted me. Saliva and blood mix, coating our bodies. Pushing him away, he sits back on his knees, his chest heaving with his labored breathing.
“Don’t tease,” he warns.
“Bend over the fucking table,” I order him, and his eyes flash with fight, his pupils blown wide.
Getting to my feet, I fist his hair and drag him to his. Drawing his fat bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down until it pops, and he grips my forearms in warning. Releasing his lip, I push him toward the dining room and shove between his shoulder blades until he’s bent over the wooden surface of the table, his ass prone.
“This is going to hurt.” I spit into my hand and rub up my cock before spreading his ass cheeks and ramming into him, right up to the hilt. He tenses, cussing under his breath, and I power into him, unrelenting, animalistic, skin slapping skin. The table creaks and groans beneath us and shifts with each thrust until it’s jammed against the counter. I force all my anger, regret, sorrow, guilt and love into him, and he takes every drop until we’re both so wrung dry and there’s nothing left.
Laying over his body panting hard I murmur, “I fucking love you too.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rodion
Ifind Alyona sleeping next to Roza’s crib when Z and I finally make it upstairs, her hand stretching through the bars to clutch Roza’s fingers. Gently shaking her awake, I scoop her up into my arms, saying, “Come on, love.” Her arms wrap around my neck, her head finding a comfy spot on my chest.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, yawning, and I chuckle as I carry her down the hall.
“To bathe with me and Z.” I kick open the bathroom door with my toe. The light makes Alyona’s eyes squint, and then she gasps, looking over my face and touching her fingertips to my cut lip. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse. You’ve had worse.”
“I don’t like it when you fight like that,” she murmurs. “What comes after, I like.” She adds the last bit to lighten the mood, and I kiss her fingertips as I place her on her feet.
“It’s ready.” Z comes over to help me remove her clothing, and she sighs contentedly. “I’m sorry about losing my temper like that in front of you,” he tells her, lifting her shirt and discarding it.
“It’s okay, Z,” she assures him, stroking her fingers down his face and frowning at the discoloration blossoming around his eye.
I unclasp her bra and add it to the pile, soaking in the sight of her bare tits. I love the curve of her tits, the weight of them and how rosy her nipples are, the way they pebble and tighten when the cool air brushes over them. A higher power really took their time creating her.
Exquisite.
“I love when you guys tag team me.” She exhales, smiling.
Z’s brow rises, and I bite my tongue to keep from barking out a laugh.
“I just realized how that sounds, but I stand by it.” She smirks, bumping me with her hip.
Unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs, Z freezes, bent at the knee. “Alyona.”
I look over her body where he is focused. Blue, purple bruises mar the expanse of her flesh. She’s covered in them, and there’s a bandage wrapped up haphazardly around her thigh with blood splatter discoloring the once-cream fabric.