Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I was killed in the darkness too.
And then I was resurrected in the darkness.
This time…I was the Master of the game. Everyone else would just be dancing to my tune.
Without turning my back, I spoke. “Don’t forget. This is my game. My war. You are just a part of it.”
He didn’t answer, but I felt his fear vibrating, feeding my dark soul. Such a sad sight, to see him cowering to me. And it was just the beginning.
“Konstantin, I wouldn’t have saved you if I didn’t trust you,” he said slowly. He meant his words to be believed.
Funnily, I believed them. Because they really were the truth.
Unfortunately for him, his first mistake was saving my life.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw him rubbing his neck. It was already bruising. He stared at me with wide eyes, waiting for my next response.
“Then show it. From now on, I will be living in your main estate. Since you saved me, I had to stay here. I wonder what you are hiding in your estate?” I replied slowly, watching his every reaction through the dark-tinted glass.
He fidgeted with his tie before answering. “Nothing. I made you stay here in order to protect you. We had to hide your identity. But if this is what you want, then I will have your stuff moved to the main estate. You can stay there for however long you want. It’s yours, after all.”
I hummed in response. My eyes tracked every single fidget. He was nervous, and I was more curious.
This was another move on the chess board. Every move was part of the perfect ruse.
Perfect betrayal. Perfect lie. Perfect revenge.
I loved the chase. The prey falling willingly into the jaw of the predator. Too bad, so sad.
Without making eye contact with him, I swiveled around. He stayed beside his desk, watching me walk away with hawk eyes that I felt burning into my back.
My men followed behind me, and I reveled in the power of having everyone underneath me, on their knees. The corner of my lips turned up as I thought of how this was going to end.
My feet stopped just in front of the door. The room was silent, waiting for my next words, my next move.
With my hand on the door knob, I spoke loud for everyone to hear. Dominance and power swirled with my words, masking the real threat underneath.
“If you want to win this game, then it’s about time you trust me, Valentin Solonik.”
I didn’t wait for his answer before walking out. I didn’t need his reply. He knew exactly what he had to do.
And that was to surrender.
I was in control now.
Chapter 2
Konstantin
I walked down the dark lengthy hallway. It was silent, everyone in their beds, all doors closed.
As I neared my room, something or someone caught my eyes. Smiling, I moved forward fluidly. Perfect. Just what I needed.
A good fuck before a good night’s sleep.
When I finally spoke, my voice was low, only for her to hear. “Get in the bedroom. I want you on the bed, naked, your legs spread, and your wet pussy bare for me to see.”
The fact that we were living in Russia and dealing with Russians every single day, I had to master its language. But sometimes, English still spilled out. Thank fuck a lot of them understood English.
She nodded without a word and went inside the room. The door closed behind her with a soft click. My steps slowed until I came to a stop in front of the heavy, dark wooden door.
The seconds ticked by as I waited, letting the anticipation seep into us. After what felt like the longest time, I opened the door and walked inside.
Just like instructed, I found her on the bed, readily waiting for me.
She pushed herself on her elbows, peeking up at me with a tiny seductive smile. Her tongue slipped past her lips, licking the seams slowly.
“Did I say you could move?” I questioned in a thick Russian accent.
She giggled, and I internally rolled my eyes. I hated it when they giggled for no fucking reason. Like some desperate whores looking for attention.
On second thought…she was a whore. Well, she had an excuse.
“Lay down.” My voice came out as a bark. Her eyes widened, but the excitement there was undeniable.
“Spread your legs wider,” I muttered while unzipping my pants. They dropped to my feet with my underwear, and I stepped out of them. Her legs opened wider at my command, and I palmed my hard shaft.
“Ya hotela tebya ves’ den,” she whispered softly. My eyes narrowed on her hand as it went between her legs.
“You have been waiting for me?” I asked while she stroked herself, her two fingers working in and out.
“Da,” she replied, a little breathless. I hummed in response, watching her bring herself to an orgasm.