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A warning to the reader — this book contains references to alcohol/drug use, sexual assault, graphic violence, self-harm, ethnic and homosexual slurs, and a lot of profanity. Reader discretion is advised.
That's my fun
If he wasn’t a fucking kidnapper, I would have said he was hot. Lie. He was hot, even if he was a kidnapper. But he lost major points for being a criminal.
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“Just so we’re clear, you want me to trade the key for my son?” “Yes.” Click. We both stared at the phone, hovering over it in disbelief. It sat on the table between us, staring back, mocking us with its silence. “Did he just fucking hang up?”
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No es gracioso, pobre Roan
“Since you can’t shut your fucking mouth, maybe I should put it to good use, hmm? I’ll fuck it so hard you’ll be gagging for a week.” “You think pretty highly of yourself.” I glanced at the front of his pants pointedly.
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As far as I knew, they didn’t know about my sexuality and I’d prefer to keep it that way. Admittedly, it was sometimes difficult whenever my silent captor was around. No, Roan! Tall, dark, and murdery were not admirable traits. He wasn’t even nice. Nice to look at, but not a nice person.
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Jesus Christ. He was holding me captive, killed two cops right in front of me, and handcuffed me to a fucking bed. None of that was ok. He was a fucking psychopath. But try telling that to my dick, who had a shitty track record when it came to choosing men, and was now awake and in search of release.
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And the next time I hear anything out of your mouth, I’ll carry out Yuri’s threat.” “You’re going to fuck my face until I gag?” He lifted a challenging brow before his gaze drifted to the bulge in the front of my pants. It wasn’t a full-on erection, but it wouldn’t stay that way for much longer if he didn’t stop looking at me like that, like he was fucking daring me.
I caught more than a whiff of cigarette smoke. Did he smoke a whole pack? Jesus. Well, good. Maybe he’d have a fucking heart attack.
“Aleksandr,” I corrected with a growl, tearing off another bite. “But you go by Sasha.” I grabbed my gun and was halfway out of my chair when he held up his free hand and dropped his gaze. “I’m just saying, it’s better than ‘Mr. Black.’”
It was hot. And terrifying. Mostly hot. No, terrifying. Crazy, Russian criminals were terrifying, Roan. But also really fucking hot.
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“I think you like when I hurt you,” Sasha said between his teeth, his big hand palming my dick and squeezing, pulling a whimper out of me. “I think that’s why you won’t be quiet for two seconds. Why you’re always pushing the limit.”
Fuck me. And fuck him. And fuck this kidnapping bullshit!
As it was, I was surrounded by a dozen willing, half-naked women and all I could think about were the long, hard lines of Roan’s body. His soft mouth, his stunning eyes.
I imagined the headline when someone finally found my corpse, shriveled and handcuffed to a bed. BANKER’S WORTHLESS SON, KIDNAPPED AND LEFT FOR DEAD — EVEN THE KIDNAPPERS DIDN’T WANT HIM.
Ay me he reído pero ha sido de pena
Sasha’s eyes may have been the color of ice, but all I felt was blazing lust when he looked at me. It radiated from his gaze, the hand in my hair, every thrust of his hips. No one had ever looked at me like that, like the sun rose and fucking set with me. It was thrilling, empowering. He wanted this — he wanted me. Bad.
“I know whenever you get close to me, you can’t keep your hands off of me. I bet you’re hard right now.”
His mouth hovered over mine, his stunning eyes staring right through me, like he knew my dirtiest secret. Then his lips were on mine. Full and soft and so fucking trusting.
“You’re lucky no one saw!” “Why? Is it such a crime?” “Yes!” Danger flashed in his pale eyes, tinged with another emotion. Hatred? Fear? “It is the worst sin! Worse than murder or adultery or theft. The only cure is death.” “Maybe that’s how it is in the Old World, but not here.”
Let me tell you a story. When I was fifteen, I met a man. A boy, really, like me. We worked for the same man, lived in the same house, pulled the same jobs. Two years later they caught him with another man.” He swallowed thickly, the muscles in his neck visibly tense. “It was an American. They beat the American senseless and brought Pavel to our boss. They tortured him for days.” His gaze clouded over, dropping from my face. I wanted to reach out to him, but I was frozen in place by his story and its underlying message. I knew where it was headed before he even said the words. “Everyone in the
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“You can’t help who you love any more than you can help how tall you are or what color your skin is. It’s not a fucking choice, it just is.”
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“Do I look sick? Do I look like someone you should torture and kill because I’m gay? How about when you look in the mirror?” Shit. Too far, Roan...
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I wasn’t kissing him so much as being kissed, with anger and need and desperation. The hand on my throat slipped around to the back, threading through my hair to cradle the back of my head.
“Does anything bother you?” “Yeah.” I flicked some ash off the end, squinting at him. “You.”
I wanted to mark him for the world to see, to know he was taken.
Despite his icy exterior, I’d come to associate Sasha with fire — a fiery touch, a fiery temper, and fiery passion when he let his guard down.
He may have been fascinated by me for whatever reason, but I was enraptured with him. I loved touching him, tasting him, making him feel pleasure after I’d inflicted so much pain.
Being inside of him was everything I’d ever dreamed about, and everything that was going send me straight to Hell.
“I’m more myself with you than anyone else,” he said at last, returning his gaze to mine.
Resting my forehead against his, I closed my eyes, keeping my hands on either side of his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Solnyshko.”
Admitting I couldn’t stay away from him almost gutted me, but actually staying away would have been a far worse pain. There were no words to explain it, it was just a feeling I had, the need to be near him. The only thing I could liken it to was the feeling you got in the dead of winter, when sunlight washed over you and held the cold at bay. I didn’t want to go back to the cold now that I knew I could feel something else, something better.
I barely had a chance to hug him in return before he whirled on Eduard, stepping nose-to-nose with him. “And you? You’re supposed to be his friend and you actually thought about shooting him? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Eduard opened his mouth to speak, but Roan kept going. “While we’re on the topic of what a fucking asshole you are — where is Katya? What did you do with her?” “Who the fuck is Katya?” Eduard asked, glancing at me for clarification.
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“You want to know?” Sasha snapped, throwing the car into park. “I have them because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. From the moment I saw you. Every impure thought I had, I tried to burn out. At first I told myself it was part of the research, all the thoughts. But then I had you and I still couldn’t stop.”
He floored it away from the house without ever addressing the fact he fucking shot at me or killed two other people without even blinking. Again! Couldn’t he go a week without murdering someone?
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Once he had permission, Sasha kissed me harder, fucked me harder, and made it that much harder to imagine not having him around.
“You’re mine, Solnyshko,” Sasha said, tearing his mouth from mine and fixing me with one of his piercing looks, the kind that saw straight to my soul. “Yes?” I blinked and nodded, despite the fact I was still trying to work out what, exactly, he was saying. “From now on, you are mine,” he repeated in a growl. The words reverberated from his chest into mine, solidifying that they were real and not just my imagination. “No one else’s. Do you understand?”
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You didn’t see me and I followed you for weeks.” “It’s so creepy when you say that...”
“If you have to take that many guns to a meeting with your boss, maybe you need a new boss,” I remarked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked my head back, his stinking breath wafting over me. “Don’t fight, suka. You know you’ll like it.” He laughed, a cold, vile laugh, before slamming my face into the pavement. My vision faded out again, this time in both eyes. Without warning, something pushed inside me, cold, hard, and rough. Whatever it was felt like it was tearing right through me, an indescribable pain that surpassed the fire in my shoulder. I refused to let myself make another sound. To make sure I didn’t, I bit my lip so hard I drew blood. From the moment it started, I stopped praying
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Yet another reason I should be dead. The fact a man as strong and proud as Sasha was on his knees, on the verge of tears, over me? It made me sick to see what I’d reduced him to.
The concussion, the broken ribs, the dislocated shoulder, the broken blood vessels in my eye — that pain was tolerable. Being held down, being invaded, degraded, mocked? That pain was… Fuck!
“I’m going to kill them,” Sasha announced, lifting his head. “I promise you, Roan. I’m going to kill every single one of them.” I knew he would. Too bad he wouldn’t start with me.
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Beyond the fact Roan had been severely beaten, he said they’d given him blood transfusions and performed some sort of emergency colorectal repair. I had to Google the word and nearly crushed my phone when the search results loaded. There was only one way he’d be injured there. And for it to be bad enough he required emergency surgery? I didn’t see red. I surpassed red. I saw fucking black.
The Wolf was off the leash and those motherfuckers had no idea what hell was coming for them.
“No, he’s still an asshole,” I snapped, but a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. “But he’s my asshole. He’s actually funny. He cares, in his intense, overprotective way. And he understands people a lot more than I originally gave him credit for, even if he thinks feelings are all bullshit.”
He nodded, trying to push me away. “They’re looking at you.” “I don’t fucking care.” I caught his face between my hands and kissed him, right there in front of Misha and the others. There might have been gasps and curses and murmuring coming from behind me, but all I cared about was Roan’s soft moan against my lips. Dying with the memory of his lips on mine was all the comfort I needed.
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“I kneel for no one,” I repeated, gazing up at Roan, “except the one I love.”
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Was this really fucking happening right now? Not only were we both alive, miraculously, but Roan used our near-death experience to fucking network?!
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“I already told you — I’m a wolf too. It’s easier to survive when you have a pack.” His bright gaze returned to mine, looking pleased with himself. My jaw about hit the sidewalk. “You’re telling me you…?” He winked and reached for the door handle.
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Against all odds, I loved this kid. I loved his smart mouth, his reckless bravery, and the way he made me fucking ache to touch him, to just be near him. It was crazy, but for once I saw something in my future beyond pain and death — life. Because of him.
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