Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Holy. Shit.
The main guy groans as he begins to climb to his feet. Letting out a squeal as if I’m about to step on a bug, I dart forward and kick him in the crotch. “Please stay down, you idiot.”
When I look up, Carson’s looking at me with an incredulous expression on his face, then he says, “That was fucking cute.”
CARSON
Slowly the guys start to climb to their feet, drawing my attention away from Hailey.
I feel MJ at my back and order, “Get Hailey out of here.”
“Okay,” she replies, her tone sharp. She runs to where Hailey’s standing, and grabbing hold of her arm, she pulls her back into the building.
Turning to the group of men, I say, “Who’s the fucker who tried his luck with my woman?”
The one guy points at the man Hailey kicked. To the rest of them, I say, “Get out of here.”
They scatter like cockroaches, and then I walk to the fucker as he finally climbs to his feet.
A passerby gives us a wary look, then hurries into a nearby building, which means I can’t kill the piece of shit, and I need to end this quickly before someone calls the police.
Grabbing hold of his throat, I force him into the alley next to the apartment building. I tighten my grip around his airway until he can’t breathe, and locking eyes with him, I say, “If I ever catch you near them, or this part of town again, I will kill you.”
He takes a weak swing at my chest. I shove him up against the wall and deliver two blows to his side, making the air explode over his lips. He grabs hold of my shirt, and the fabric moves, exposing the eight-pointed star on my left collarbone.
“Don’t fuck with the property of the Russian Mafia,” I growl. “I will fucking kill you.”
At the words ‘Russian Mafia’, his eyes finally go wide with fear. “Shit, I didn’t know,” he says, his voice trembling.
I shove him down the alley. “You better run.”
He stumbles away from me, his face white as a ghost. I watch until he’s out of sight then glance around the area.
I don’t hear any sirens, so I’m guessing no one called the police.
Walking around the corner, I head into the building and take the stairs two at a time. When I open the door, MJ’s standing on the other side of it, her stance still ready for action.
“They’re gone,” I say. “Take a break.”
She nods and leaves me alone with Hailey, who rushes toward me. Her body slams into mine as she throws her arms around my neck.
I wrap her in a tight embrace, thinking those assholes must’ve triggered the trauma from the Albanian attack.
“Are you okay?” she asks before I can form a word.
I nod. “Yes.” Pulling back, I place my hand against her cheek, my eyes scanning over her face. “You okay?”
She surprises me by smiling and then pushing her body up against mine, she fuses her mouth with mine.
I move my hand to the back of her head and taking control of the kiss, it quickly goes from slow to fucking her with my tongue.
Our breaths come fast as our mouths can’t get enough of the taste of each other. My teeth tug at her bottom lip, my lips kneading hers.
I push her back against the nearest wall, which is right by the kitchen counter. My hand moves down from her face to her breast, and cupping the perfect swell, I squeeze hard. I press my whole body against hers, my rock-hard cock aching to be buried deep inside her.
“Christ, baby,” I moan into her mouth.
Slow down, Carson!
Yanking away, I take a couple of steps backward, my eyes smoldering on Hailey’s swollen lips.
She lifts her hand to her heaving chest. “God. I’m starting to regret saying I wanted to take things slow.” Her eyes meet mine, and seeing the desire darkening her gray irises, it takes more strength than I have to keep still.
“Screw it,” she moves toward me. I crash into her, both my hands framing her head, and then I fucking devour her.
Hailey pushes my jacket off my shoulders, and we work fast to strip each other out of our clothes. When I have her naked, I grab hold of her hips and lifting her, I set her down on the kitchen counter. Tugging her ass to the edge, I take hold of my cock, and lining up with her entrance, I slam inside her.
A satisfied growl rumbles from my chest as I feel her heat wrap around me.
Fucking, finally.
Grabbing hold of her hands, I position them above her head and pin her wrists against the wall. My mouth crashes against hers as I begin to move, taking her desperately hard and fast.
The sound of our rushing breaths mingles with the slap of our skin meeting on each thrust of my hips.