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2,194,858	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194836}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634		Get ready for "an insanely unsettling, nerve-wracking experience" with Smile 2 (R) opening Friday, October 18!😲 www.vanwertcinemas.com #Smile2	NO_BUTTON		Van Wert Cinemas	https://www.facebook.com/vanwertcinemas/	5,654	1969-12-31 18:00	No button		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462850543_1239066154100478_2017658693104208774_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6qYB0ayWLRYQ7kNvgERuke3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A4OFw9GFswNPDxgsWdMLmfl&oh=00_AYAPHiH6vaTFU6CGCfvXWaBMOHEWNDNVvBvtRVduUW9Gmw&oe=67144F9F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Van Wert Cinemas	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,194,753	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194750}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥Free reading all chapters👉	#Chapter 1: Crash Landing Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her Instagram… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself… I guess I didn’t know her as well as I thought I did. “If she was struggling with money, she could have just told you,” my inner wolf growled under my breath as I stormed up the front steps to my house. “She didn’t have to steal from us.” The house that we shared was a lavish two-story overlooking the ocean, complete with marble floors, tall columns, and sprawling gardens surrounding a crystal-clear saltwater pool out back. I’d paid for it all myself, of course, but Dani lived with me. As my full-time assistant, I needed her nearby to give me a hand, and besides… It was nice living with my friend. But right now I wished I’d never given her a key to my home. There has to be some sort of explanation for this, I thought as I ascended the steps to the second floor. Dani wouldn’t intentionally steal from me and pretend that my things were her own. Then again… I’d been looking for my missing things for almost two weeks now. And what was even more messed up was that she’d helped me look for them while she apparently had them in her possession the entire time. “Dani?” I called out as I climbed the curving marble stairway. “Dani, we need to talk.” There was no answer; but it was a big house, after all. I made my way down the hallway, popping my head into Dani’s room, but she wasn’t there. Frowning, I kept moving down the hallway—and froze when I heard voices coming from inside my bedroom. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could hear two voices. Nathan’s—my boyfriend’s—voice mixed with Dani’s. Nathan and I were the ‘golden couple’ of the year, the type of celebrity couple whose mere presence in an interview or an ad campaign was enough to make sales skyrocket. My shoulders slumped a little with relief. Good; maybe Nathan saw the posts before I did and was talking to her about it. “There you are,” I said as I swung the door open. “Dani, we need to—” My hand dropped to my side as I saw the scene before me. Dani hadn’t just stolen my material possessions. She had stolen… my home. My bed. My man. “Dani… Nathan…” Their names came out small, choked, like a shard of glass was lodged in my throat. I could hardly speak, could only stand there while they… While they lay tangled up together beneath my sheets. “Oh. Raven.” Nathan sat up, running a hand through his sandy hair. Dani, blushing, quickly gathered the sheets to her bare chest. My eyes were fixed on her, but she wouldn’t look at me. “What is this?” I finally croaked out. Languidly, as if he were nothing more than a cat waking up from a nap, Nathan stood—fully nude—and strode across the room to pluck his boxers out of a pile of pantyhose and high heels. My high heels. “What does it look like?” he asked. “Why?” was all I managed. I turned to Dani and repeated, “Why?” but she still would not meet my gaze. Coward. Nathan simply shrugged. “What, is this a big deal to you or something?” “A big deal?” I let my fangs drop as I turned to face him, my claws extending somewhat. I could feel my eyes glow too, a telltale sign of a Werewolf’s fury. “We’re together, Nathan. And you’re fucking my assistant?” To my horror, he seemed totally unfazed by my anger. “I don’t know about you, Raven, but I was only ever in this for the business side of things. I thought we were on the same page about that.” He tugged his jeans on as if he were simply getting ready for work—something I’d watched him do a hundred times now. The business side of things. I knew what he was referring to. Our relationship did boost our brand sales. But I still loved him, and while we hadn’t completely marked each other yet, I was sure it was only because we were addicted to our careers and not just to our mateship. “But I thought—” “Oh, Raven…” Nathan turned to me with an unsympathetic look in those brown eyes that I thought I loved. “Come on, honey. You’ve always been naive, but this? You know how this business works. Everything is transactional.” I thought I might be sick. Turning to Dani, I ground out, “And you—Dani, you’re my best friend…” “I let you live in my home,” I growled. “I bought you things, took you out for expensive dinners… We were supposed to leave for vacation together tomorrow morning!” Dani finally looked at me. There was no remorse in her eyes. None. I was heartbroken. After that, I’d kicked both of them out on the curb before they’d even had a chance to explain themselves further. Nathan actually had the gall to mention something about dividing up my successful perfume company in the event of the breakup, which of course I refused. It was my company—a company that I’d worked damn hard for. He could claim that his face in my advertisements was what made it famous all he wanted, but it just wasn’t true. And besides, I wouldn’t let those two bastards take one more thing from me. … “Are you sure you want to fly today, Raven? The forecast calls for a storm.” I hefted my final bag into the helicopter and turned to face the pilot, placing both hands on my hips. “A little rain won’t stop me from going on vacation,” I said as I flipped a lock of white-blonde hair over my shoulder. After what happened to me yesterday, after my boyfriend and my best friend hooked up in my bed, I couldn’t stay home right now. I just needed to recharge for a few weeks and then I’d be back to normal, that was all. We flew in silence for some time, watching as the afternoon sky grew darker and darker. Gray storm clouds roiled in the sky off to the east, but I hardly paid them any mind, too exhausted to even keep my eyes open. “Raven. Raven! That’s strange! Our course is tilting toward the Lycan kingdom.” I snapped my eyes open from my half-asleep state to find the wind howling ominously around us, those gray storm clouds practically engulfing us. Still, I’d flown a million times before in all kinds of conditions; I wasn’t worried. “The Lycan kingdom? Is that where you want me to go on vacation? They never let any tourists in. I could be the first,” I joked. I was proud to be a werewolf. Our country was free, open and peaceful; we loved surfing the web, fresh technology, business, and of course, vacations. And the Lycan Empire next door? All the werewolves scorned it. It was a closed off kingdom, a bunch of primitives living a hellish life of war. At least that was what I saw on TV. “I’m being serious!” the pilot called over the din. “The wind is too strong to keep going—hold on tight, it’s gonna be a bumpy landing!” Nodding with my heart in my throat, I tightened my seatbelt and gripped the edge of the seat. The helicopter began to descend, deafening wind howling from all directions. The helicopter shuddered and banked, and I heard the pilot curse as he tried to right it again. No, no, no…. If I die now, I’m coming back to haunt that bastard Nathan! #Chapter 2: Intruder Raven The sun was blinding as I cracked my eyes open, but was quickly blotted out by a tall form stepping into view. I squinted, shielding my eyes with my arm as I looked up at him. “Oh, thank goodness,” I began. “I-I think my helicopter crashed—” “I can see that.” The tall form’s voice was gruff, deep. He crouched, and the first thing I saw was an all-too-familiar symbol tattooed on his chest. Three claw marks across a wolf’s eye. My gaze traveled up, and I saw that it wasn’t just one person, but several who were surrounding me; warriors, it seemed, judging from the spears clutched in their hands. “Take the intruder to the cells,” the man ordered, drawing my attention back. I could hardly speak, too enthralled by his face—a face I’d only ever seen once or twice on the news, but one that had seared itself into my mind. In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.” My eyes widened as three of those barbaric warriors advanced on me. Their hands were rough and callused as they hauled me to my feet, ignoring my pleas. “Quiet, outsider,” one of the warriors grunted, then jabbed me in the ribs with the butt of his spear. … The Lycan cells were exactly what I expected: cold, damp, musty, and not at all like the jails and prisons in the Werewolf world. It felt like stepping back in time. Torchlight flickered from braziers lining the cobblestone walls, bars made of iron, nothing but a straw-filled mattress and a bucket on the floor. I could already imagine what it would be like to die in here, although I tried to push the thought away. I wouldn’t die here. I was famous back home—people would come looking for me. Once they realized that my helicopter went down so close to the Lycan lands, they’d know what had happened. After all, Lycans were known for their warmongering society and their hatred for us Werewolves. And everyone knew what they did to outsiders who wandered into their territory. “Sit,” Neil commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. For a moment, I considered refusing his command—but I knew it would only make matters worse for me, so I obeyed and sat in the rickety wooden chair. Neil was silent as I took my seat, and if he noticed me shivering from my wet clothes, he didn’t mention it. “State your true purpose for coming here, and maybe I’ll let you live,” he said plainly. His accent was thick and rolling, like velvet dragging across sand. It would have been an attractive sound, had he not been keeping me prisoner. “I already told you,” I said, making no attempt to hide my exasperation. “I was going on vacation in the tropics. My helicopter got caught in a storm, we got thrown off course, and then crashed in the ocean. I must have washed up on your shore.” I shuddered at what might have happened to the pilot. I wanted to think that he survived, but… Maybe that was a bit too hopeful. Neil stared at me for a moment, considering. His blue eyes, narrowed beneath thick black eyebrows, seemed even more intense in the light of the torches. His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me. When they flicked down to my chest and lingered there for a beat too long, it was only then that I realized my shirt was almost entirely see-through from the water. My face heated, and I quickly covered myself with my arms. “We don’t have your ‘internet’ here,” he finally said, rising from his chair. If he looked enormous on the beach, then he looked even bigger now—almost as if he hardly even fit in this small interrogation room. “I cannot ‘look you up’. So how should I believe what you say?” I flushed again, recalling the things I’d heard about the Lycans—that they were off the grid, no internet or electricity and no apparent desire for any of those things. Apparently, they hated us for having those things; saw us as frivolous and shallow for them. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you,” I said. “But it’s the truth. I am who I say I am.” “You may fabricate your identity all you want,” he continued, taking slow strides as he rounded the table, “but I know you are a spy.” “Then you must be just as paranoid and out of your mind as they say,” I retorted, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “But I have no interest in indulging your paranoia. Do I even look like a spy?” As I spoke, I gestured down to myself again. Neil paused once he reached my side of the table, his gaze roaming over me once more. His eyes lingered on my jeans, my dainty white Lululemon crop top, the delicate little gold necklace that had somehow stayed on during the crash, the platinum blonde hair that was usually flowing in soft waves down my back but was now matted and dripping with saltwater, the mascara running down my cheeks. I even let myself shiver a little harder just to drive the point home. “I’m a peace lover,” I said, standing to meet his gaze. “I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath. A low growl rumbled in the prince’s throat at that. He forcefully turned my head to make me look at him, eyes flashing. I willed my fangs to release, but they only dropped a little—my wolf was too weak after the crash. But she wasn’t too weak to sense what he was to me. And if the sudden look of shock in those blue eyes was any indication, then he felt it, too. This brute was my fated mate. #Chapter 3: Fragile Neil & Raven Neil My senses had to have been deceiving me. This woman was my mate? This… frail, skinny little thing was the one who was tied to my soul? I almost laughed out loud at the notion. “It’s true,” I felt my wolf’s familiar voice echo inside of my skull. “She is our mate. Can’t you feel it?” I released the girl’s face and turned away. “You must be confused by her scent. Her kind wears that strange perfume that clouds the senses; there is no way she can be my fated mate.” My wolf huffed. “Whatever perfume she may have worn was washed off in the ocean. Do not question me. You know I have never been wrong in my judgment.” Frowning, I folded my arms across my chest and glanced over at the girl. She was so unlike the women from my country—the strong, sexy, curvy Lycan women that I preferred to indulge in. This girl… She was pale. Skinny. Not an ounce of muscle on her frame. She had wide enough hips, good for birthing I supposed, but her low body fat made her breasts small. And she must have done something to her hair, too, because that color could not have been natural for someone of her complexion. And I didn’t even want to think about her attire. How does one even move in pants so tight? Everything about the way she dressed seemed purely decorative, from the ridiculous little shirt to the skinny pants and the long, pink fingernails. “No,” I said out loud. “You cannot be my mate.” The girl scoffed and folded her own arms across her chest, mirroring my stance. “The feeling is mutual.” “Good.” I walked over to the door and knocked, indicating to my subordinate that this interrogation was over. “Then I believe we are done here.” The door swung open, and my broad-shouldered guard—Castor—strode in. “Take her back to her cell,” I growled, jerking my chin toward the girl. The girl’s arms fell back to her sides, her face going even more pale than before—if that was even possible. “But I told you I’m not a spy!” she protested. “I just want to go home!” I ignored her cries as Castor threw her thrashing body over his shoulder and carried her away. Once they were gone, I shook my head and headed down the hall, where a skinny young male with a shock of red hair waited for me. Eric—one of my oldest friends and another member of my retinue. “Any sign of Serena yet?” I asked as we pushed through the door and out into the bright afternoon sun. The courtyard was bustling with people this time of day, vendors peddling various wares and children running about beneath the shade of thick trees. A ball came rolling my way, and I gave it an idle kick back to a group of kids as Eric and I made our way past. “Not yet,” Eric said, running a hand through his red hair. “I suspect it has something to do with the conflict near her pack.” I pursed my lips. She should have been here by now—conflict be damned. “This is important,” I growled. Eric sighed. “I know. We’re doing our best to keep an eye out for her.” “Well, try harder.” My subordinate’s face flushed somewhat at that. Truthfully, I wasn’t mad at him—but Serena, my fianceé, needed to be here. And fast; because without a proper female companion by my side at my father’s sixtieth birthday celebration, I would not be eligible for my inheritance. “We’ll find her,” Eric said, offering me a tiny, tentative smile. “Before the feast.” I merely grunted in response. … Raven I sighed as I stared down at the plate of untouched food in front of me—an apple, a heel of bread, and a few slices of hard cheese. It looked edible, albeit not the usual thing I’d eat back home, but I still refused to eat it. I’d been sitting in this cell for hours now. A guard had come to bring me this meal, but that was it. Mate… I didn’t want to believe that that… brute could be my fated mate. The ‘Prince of the Lycans’, or so they said. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that a Lycan might be my mate. They were so far removed from our world, so cut off from us despite sharing our ancestry, that I’d never even considered it to be possible. My wolf had gone back to sleep after recognizing him, unfortunately, so I couldn’t question whether she was mistaken or not. But he seemed to have recognized me as his mate as well, so it might not have been a mistake after all, no matter how badly I wanted it to be. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was sitting there before I heard footsteps again. Great, I thought as I saw that hulking guard step into view again. Another interrogation. “Alright, alright,” I said, holding my hands up as the guard opened my cell door. “I’m coming. No need to toss me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes this time.” We followed the same path back up to that room, just as before. Only this time, the guard glanced at me over his shoulder. “You didn’t eat.” I curled my lip at him. “Why would I eat your food? Maybe it’s poisoned.” He didn’t reply to that, just huffed and turned back around. I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head and continued following him up the steps. Once again, I was taken to that same interrogation room from before. I walked in without needing to be shoved this time. “Like I said before, I’m not a sp—” My words cut off as I saw what was waiting for me. Neil was there, of course, in that fur cloak again, black hair cascading down his shoulders and almost blending in with the black fur on the cloak’s collar. But it wasn’t him who I was looking at. It was the extra cloak that was folded up on the table. “This is for me?” I found myself asking. Neil merely shrugged. “You seemed cold last time. Maybe a bit of warmth will make you finally tell me the truth.” Ah. There it is. I folded my arms across my chest and stuck my chin out. “I already told you the truth.” “Is that so?” The Lycan prince cocked his head, causing his silky dark hair to slither across his shoulder. “And you expect me to simply believe you? How do I know that this so-called ‘mate bond’ of ours wasn’t concocted by your country to try and manipulate me?” Throwing my hands up in the air, I said, “Are you kidding me? As if I’d ever want to fake a mate bond with someone like you.” Neil pulled his shoulders back, puffing his chest out. “Funny. One would expect a delicate little petal such as yourself to be glad to have a mate who’s a prince of the Lycans. Did your employer tell you to pretend like you don’t want me? Figured it would strike a nerve and make me open up to you?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “First of all, there is no ‘employer’. And second, I’m not pretending.” I took a step closer, speaking slowly, enunciating each word. “I. Don’t. Want. You.” “Ha. We have a comedian in our midst,” Neil retorted, stepping toward me as well. “I see the way your breasts heave when you look at me. Even now, your pupils are dilated. I can practically smell the lust on you.” “Wishful thinking,” I growled in response, closing the distance further. By now, we were mere inches apart, just as we had been when our wolves had recognized one another. I willed my fangs to drop again, but it was still no use—my wolf was too weak, too exhausted from the whole ordeal to even pick up Neil’s scent. “If only I’d drowned in the ocean today,” I murmured, my words laced with venom. “Then I never would have had to find out that my fated mate is a barbarian.” The prince’s eyes flashed. Suddenly, he was on me—caging me against the stone wall, palm pressed into the rocks above my head, nostrils flaring. 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2,195,503	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195487}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Click to read all chapters	Uncle Aleksei forced his hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. I wish that was not just a dream. “I know you want me Uncle Aleksei, why do you keep pushing me away?” I let my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “I want you to ride on my coock.“ He pressed me back against the trunk, “But I gave your father five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Including me.” “And when does the contract expire?”My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” ------ Chapter 1 1: Aleksei. Some would call her a curse, but I know better. Little Georgina is an angel. My angel. Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Georgina is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald – green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven – colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her teat come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can’t see it. I’d love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from my teeth. Soon. My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I’d done only an hour ago. Uncle Aleksei, will you tie me up? A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full – time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen – year – old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite — and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to be claimed. “As you know, Aleksei, when Georgina’s mother was taken from me…” David Harris’s hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. “Georgina was all I had left. She’s been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I’ve trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life.” His expression wilts. “College.” David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He’s a man who doesn’t mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years of fealty. When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I’m a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David’s right – hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for his own. Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else’s hands makes me want to commit slaughter. “If it was up to me, she would go somewhere local. Private.” David sighs, scrubbing both hands over his face. “But she wants her freedom. We can’t keep her locked up forever.” Oh no? A matter of opinion, perhaps. I examine my knuckles. “You want me to drive her to college.” “Yes.” David turns and watches Georgina through the window. “Keeping her sheltered for so long…it’s going to backfire. She doesn’t know how to make friends or go places alone. Christ, she doesn’t know anything thing about men.” And she won’t. No men but me. I grip the armrest of the chair so tightly, it begins to snap, but I release it in time. “No,” I agree, my voice grating. “She knows nothing of men.” If she did, she wouldn’t be so comfortable sitting on my lap. Or parading around her rooms in nothing but flimsy pantie when I can clearly see her through the open door. My coock has gotten hard watching those little cheeks jiggle inside lace so many times, I’ve lost count. Her body is not the only thing that stirs my manhood, though. Oh no. Others tend to write off my Georgina as a pampered brat who is spoiled thanks to her paramour looks. Little do they know Michigan State gave her a full academic scholarship. I can’t check books out of the library for her fast enough, and I’ve replaced her tutors several times because they couldn’t devise a challenging curriculum. The angel keeps me on my toes. “I’ve asked a lot of you, Aleksei. My work schedule doesn’t allow me to be home very often, and you’ve become Georgina’s family.” He gives me a look ripe with meaning. “And you haven’t broken the promise you made me. You know the one. God, she even calls you Uncle.” I know this. I don’t need a reminder of the purgatory I’ve been living in. “You’ve become invaluable to me, not just as Georgina’s bodyguard but as an operator.” We trade a look. Operator. Hit man. Same difference. “You’re the best I have on my payroll, but those skills haven’t been utilized as much as I’d like. Once you help Georgina transition to college life, I need you back here working for me.” He leans forward across the desk. “Without Georgina as a distraction, we can really focus your…talents…where they’re needed. Name your price.” I’m saved from having to answer when Georgina explodes into the room, bringing color and light along with her. And too little clothing for my liking. Bubbling with life, she turns in a pirouette, giving me a three – hundred – and – sixty – degree view of my tight, teenage tease, her slender curves covered in nothing but green strips of wet nylon. My muscles flex, my hands eager to reach for her. But I don’t have to, because as usual, Georgina reaches for me first. “Aleksei,” she sing – songs, taking her rightful spot on my thigh, throwing herself sideways against my chest and snuggling there. “You said you’d come outside and watch me dive.” My features stay neutral, but my head is filled with a forbidden image. Georgina’s legs spread on David’s desk while I tongue – fack her to a hiip – bucking high. “Your father needed to speak with me.” Her fingers toy with the button of my coat. “About what?” David smiles absently, his gaze drawn by something on his computer screen. “Your drive to college tomorrow.” He refocuses on his daughter, seeming to find nothing at all wrong with her clinging to me half neked, still dripping from the pool and looking like an advertisement for expensive internet porrn. The ones I never click on because they aren’t Georgina. David’s cluelessness is only one of the reasons I have no guilt about what’s to come. He has taken my reputation as a killer into consideration and still allowed me to raise his daughter. Me. A red – blooded male taking on responsibilities of her meals, her schooling, even the purchase of her clothing. Caring for her when she’s sick. Does he actually believe I could now part ways with my reward? “You know I have my reservations about letting you attend school so far from home, but we’ve registered you under an alias. Your pictures haven’t been in the media since you were thirteen, so there’s no danger of being recognized. Aleksei is going to check your dorm for security and speak with personnel, to make sure you’re settled before he leaves.” David raps a fist on his desk. “Any instructions he gives you are for your own safety. Make sure you listen.” “Of course.” Green eyes flash up at me, full of wit and sass. “Don’t I always?” Chapter 2 This is it. I’m finally free. I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei’s black Mercedes, my buutt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics. Watching me through broody, slate – gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile. What is his deal today? Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action. “Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?” I saunter closer and prop my hiip against one of the rear car doors. “Is that why you’re so quiet?” His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. “Nyet.” Hurt swamps my belly knowing he’s eager to get rid of me, but I don’t let him see it. Some days I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was killed, Aleksei became the only constant in my life. He’s stayed that way for five years. Would a hardened man like Aleksei do anything he didn’t want to do? I have no idea. Then again, this is part of the reason I’m going so far away from home for school, isn’t it? The confusing way Aleksei makes me feel? My hormones officially went bananas right after I turned sixteen and walked in on Aleksei in the shower. Through the water – speckled glass, I saw his neked, six – foot – eight frame covered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsome face — so frustratingly made of stone — splashing on his hard packs of ruthless muscle. He didn’t see me in the bathroom. No, he couldn’t have. Or he wouldn’t have continued stroking that huge, heavy trunk of flesh between his legs, muttering curses in Russian. Aleksei being none the wiser about my accidental peep show is the only reason I can still call him Uncle with a straight face. Because I’m pretty sure girls aren’t supposed to have sweaty fever dreams about their uncles. Even if they’re not actual blood relations. And even if the dreams are against a girl’s will. Oh, who are you kidding? You beg your subconscious for those dreams. My niples turn to spikes beneath my tank top just thinking about the last one. When I joined Aleksei inside that foggy shower and he forced that hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. Have I been crazy thinking he could crave that — crave me — in real life? Sometimes I swear I sense torment and restraint in him, but he locks it down so fast I think I imagined it. Well, I’ve had quite enough of living in such close quarters with the man haunting my dreams and turning me into a walking, talking horn dog. It hurts. Physically and mentally. Not to mention, the second – guessing of my own sanity is starting to drive me crazy. Not that I’d let him know that. Memories of Aleksei’s rough hands tying my bathing suit strings yesterday makes my movements provocetive as I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “You won’t miss me even a little bit?” Eyes flaring, he catches my wrist. “Do not play games with me, Georgina.” The breath catches in my lungs, heat rushing to my cheeks. Rushing to every part of me. What if I never get another chance to figure out if I imagined the pull between us? I’m going to college today. Even if he tells me I’m crazy and he could never be attracted to a girl he raised from such a young age — a girl he taught to drive, taught to throw a punch — I won’t have to see him every day while living with the knowledge. The reality of not seeing him sends panic and pain slicing into my middle. And it’s the pain that knocks the words free of my mouth. “I’ve tried to play games,” I blurt out, thinking of all my silly attempts to tempt him. “You won’t play them back.” Gray eyes narrow, and I sense a debate taking place. I’m so focused on watching him for a sign of what he’s thinking, I sack in a breath when he releases my wrist…and steps forward, pressing me back against the trunk. Traps me there. My neck is forced to crane to keep eye contact, and he looms, so massive and unmoving above me, but his dominance only makes my nerve endings go wilder. “Nothing about us, little angel, is a game. I will not miss you, because I never intend to leave you.” His hand slides beneath my skirt and cups my right cheek, kneading it, stealing the power from my knees. Making my mind reel. “This is mine. Now go put it in the passenger seat, before your father sees me defiling you from the window. It wouldn’t stop my plans, but it might delay us.” He slaps my backside, growling deep in his throat. “And you know I hate being late.” I’m left with my mouth agape, staring into space as Aleksei rounds the car and climbs into the driver’s side, starting the engine. What in the world just happened? Chapter 3 My Gina does not like puzzles. She fidgets now in the passenger seat like a bird in its nest, unable to get comfortable. Which means I cannot settle, either, because her comfort is my calling. I do find the way she huffs and peeks over at me from beneath her eyelashes rather adorable, however, so I’ve decided to let it continue a little longer. She will have the information she seeks soon enough. Revealing my intention to keep Georgina was not part of my plan, but I’m a man at the end of his tether. My notorious patience is thinning with every mile I drive. Keeping myself restrained around this girl was never easy, but now that I can see light at the end of the tunnel, I find my desperation to claim Georgina growing stronger by the second. To a level of hunger I never knew existed and doubt I’ll ever extinguish. Her palms travel down her bare thighs then back up. A nervous gesture, but that doesn’t stop it from hardening my diick. When I make her my wife, I will allow the skirts. But I will take her wearing these tiny creations as a signal she wants to be facked until they’re soaked straight through with my seed. Then she can decide if she still wants to wear them in public. If I want to make it to our destination, I must cease these thoughts, but I know from experience that it’s impossible. She is my obsession and has been such for longer than I would admit to a court of law. Quitting breathing would be easier than stopping my thoughts of her beneath me. Finally. Her vergin blood staining the sheets of our bed. Georgina sits forward suddenly. “I didn’t pack my favorite pajamas. The long red shirt with the pocket — ” “I packed it.” “My copy of Anne of Green Gables?” A memory of her curled up beside me reading the book makes my throat feel funny. “Done.” She’s quiet for a beat. “What about my spare pair of reading glasses? I always lose the first and I need a backup until I find — ” “They’re in the bag with your…lotions.” “Oh. Thank you, Aleksei.” She goes back to rubbing those thlghs. The ones that will be living around my waist very soon, but not soon enough for my sanity. “So, um. What did you mean back in the driveway? About never leaving me. Did you mean that…figuratively?” My lips press together to keep from smiling. Six miles. She made it six miles without giving in to her curiosity. Too bad I have to make it another two hundred miles without giving in to my impulse to fully explain my intentions. “I meant it the way I meant it.” I feel her low hum deep in my stomach. “I don’t like that answer.” “You are only satisfied with full explanations.” “That’s because I’m a normal.” Again, I suppress a smile. “You don’t find me normal, angel?” She tilts her head and peruses me with lively green eyes. “Definitely not.” Her jiggling right leg tells me this line of questioning is far from over. When it finally stills, I glance over to find her cheeks pink. “Aleksei, you…touched me.” At the reminder of her taut ass fitting perfectly in my hand, the teeth of my zipper bite into my swelling diick. “I’ve touched you many times. Do you not recall what happens when there’s a thunderstorm and you crawl into bed with me?” A puff of air leaves her lips. “You’re just so w – warm.” Memories of Georgina tucked tight against me, her hands dangerously low on my belly, make my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. That long red T – shirt she calls pajamas is so threadbare I could feel her niples rake my sides every time she breathed. Oh yes, she’s tried to play games with me many, many times. I’ve cursed my refusal to break vows on more occasions than I can remember, but I’m a man of my word. I can only hope she will appreciate this about me one day. Tomorrow would be nice. “I’m glad my temperature pleases you, Georgina.” I can hear her quickened breathing across the car. “Brushing my neck accidentally with your fingers when tying my bathing suit or…rubbing my back when I’m sick…that’s not the way you touched me in the driveway. That was different,” she finishes in a whisper. “Did you like it?” Heat kicks me low in the gut. Years of forcing myself to treat this girl like a niece has taken its toll. How can I resist talking to her about sax? About the off – limits body she’s been tempting me with since I was hired by her father? When I finally answer her question, my voice is nothing more than gravel. “You’re asking me if I enjoyed having your smooth little cheek in my hand, knowing there’s a tan line that slashes diagonally, right across the center?” A rumble of hunger moves in my chest. “There’s a reason I never remove my overcoat while you’re swimming in that green mind-fack of a bathing suit, angel. My cocck is so stiff, you could use it as a second diving board.” Her knees shot together, and I barely check the urge to reach over and pry them apart. To see if my confession made her pantie wet. Don’t do it. If I see any evidence that her vergin cuunt is prepared for me, I’ll pull over and breed her on the hood of this car. “B – but you…” she sputters. “You’re the one who bought the green bathing suit for me.” “I assure you, Georgina, that bathing suit was all for Uncle Aleksei.” Chapter 4 Is this real life? Sheltered or not, I’m usually capable of assessing a situation pretty fast. Reading people. Solving dilemmas. But I can’t make sense of this. Aleksei, the man I’ve been having illicit fantasies about for years, has been having them about me, too? No way. I don’t believe it. All those times I snuck into his bedroom because I was “scared of the thunder” (I wasn’t), he refused to take any of the openings I gave him. I mean, call me crazy, but when a half – neked girl combs her fingers through a man’s chest hair and purrs like a kitten, that’s a sure – fire sign she’s interested in more. But he’d only lain there like a stone statue, grunting at me in Russian to stop interrupting his sleep. All this time, has he wanted to push me down into the mattress and… I can’t even bring myself to think the word, because I’m already slick. Right where it counts. And he keeps frowning at my squeezed – together legs, as if he knows it. “I don’t believe you. About wanting me.” His jaw muscle flexes. Hard. He’s angry now? “Don’t believe me?” “Nope. Why now? Why would you wait to tell me this until you’re…” I fling a hand toward the passing scenery, “essentially driving me out of your life?” He bares his teeth. “I’m not leaving you. We’ve spoken of this.” Hearing that, knowing he didn’t just mean it in some symbolic way, my heart lifts with relief. As much as I want my freedom, the one thing — person — I never want to be away from is Aleksei. He’s the one who brings home a cake and candles to celebrate my birthday when my father forgets. He’s the one who fusses and threatens the doctors when I’m sick. My friend, the only man who’s ever made my lady parts clench…my uncle who isn’t really an uncle. Aleksei. But it’s difficult to reconcile the man I’ve grown up with and this new, saxually charged Adonis…who claims to want me. Bad. Even after walking in on him touching himself in the shower, our relationship didn’t change. Not on his end, anyway. I was walking into walls for two months, the hot vision of his big hand stroking up and down his shaft painted on my corneas. “I need an explanation, Aleksei. Or I’ll…” I search the car for some threat inspiration, my gaze landing on the granola bar sticking out of my purse. “I won’t eat until I get the truth.” If possible, his powerful frame grows even stiffer. “Your lunch time is in seventeen minutes, Georgina. You will not be missing it.” Propping my hand on a bent wrist, I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Then I guess you should start talking.” He grunts, looking at me with grudging approval. “You are a very challenging creature.” His fingers tap on the steering wheel. “Very well. I will appease some of this curiosity.” My smile seems to distract him. “Thank you.” A curt nod. “Try and maintain that grateful attitude.” His cheek flexes for long moments as he stares out at the road ahead. “Do you remember when I came to live with you?” “Of course.” I turn and lay the side of my face on the leather seat. “It was the week after my mother’s funeral. My father was so paranoid, he wouldn’t let me leave the house, and I thought I’d be a prisoner forever, but…he trusted you to protect me. Before you even unpacked, you took me out for ice cream.” “Yes.” His expression warms, before the stoicism returns and chases it away. “This trust your father had in me is very important, Georgina. It didn’t come for free. Do you understand? Not for him or me.” He pauses. “My mother and sister needed a home in Chicago, and your father had the connections I didn’t, being so new to this country.” I nod, because I knew this much already. Aleksei’s family is private and they don’t come to the house very often, unless there’s some news that must be delivered in person. But I always know when it’s someone’s birthday because he asks my opinion when ordering flowers or a gift online. “I’m glad he helped your family. It brought me you.” My face goes up in flames as soon as the words leave my mouth. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to let Aleksei know I appreciate him. But that was before he touched me. Before he admitted to admiring my near – neked body with looks I used to believe were platonic. Now I worry saying how much I need him out loud might make me sound too desperate. Aren’t I, though? God, I can barely sit still on the seat, I want to be in his lap so bad. “Georgina.” “Yes,” I breathe. “You will continue as you always have. You will not stop telling me your thoughts.” He rolls a shoulder. “I like them very much.” My heart is pounding in my ears when I say, “Tell me the rest.” His eyebrows lift at being given a command, but thankfully he doesn’t pull the plug on our conversation. “I gave him five years of loyal service in exchange for his help with my family. When I came to Chicago, I assumed I would be running…a very different kind of operation for your father. But when he mentioned hiring you a different bodyguard, I protested.” I catch a laugh in my throat, just imagining what that protest from Aleksei looked and sounded like. Sort of like the human equivalent of a volcanic eruption. “This amuses you, angel?” The car picks up speed. “Men are not to be trusted.” “Only you.” “That’s right. Only me.” He slants a look in my direction, those cool gray eyes roaming over my legs and bosom, his humongous arms seeming to expand and flex inside his coat. “I gave him five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Of all men, yes. But when I made this promise to your father, it was clear that it pertained to me. So long as this five – year contract was in effect, you were forbidden.” Five years. My mind flips like pages in a calendar, thinking back to the day Aleksei arrived. Fall. It was fall. I remember because the first time I saw him, I was sitting on the front steps of my house, head resting in my lap, wishing I could go ride my bike at the pier with my friends. Never again, though. My father, lost in his grief, had barred me from leaving. Aleksei’s black boots appeared first, crunching on the autumn leaves that had fallen from the tree. He crouched down and forced me to meet his eyes. Eyes that reminded me of thawing ice. Angel, he’d rasped. “And…” My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. “And when does the contract expire?” His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” Chapter 5 It’s time for Georgina’s lunch. When she doesn’t eat, everything I say is the wrong thing. So we don’t miss meals. She has been quiet since I informed her my shackles come off tonight. Quiet and…restless. I take a book from the glove compartment and drop it in her lap, but she starts to read it upside down, so I stow it away again. Her fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, her feet perform an awkward dance routine, and she keeps changing the radio stations, never settling. I have an urge to park the car and pull her across the seat, into my lap. It’s what she needs. A good, hard ride on her man’s cocck. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Soon. There are some things we must speak about, before I take her body. But even I am not foolish enough to inform Georgina of her future when she has an empty stomach. She might have been born in Chicago, but she has a fiery Russian temper. In the future, I have no doubt I’ll fack her mid – tantrum — frequently — but I want her first time to be… Romantic. My lip curls at such a feminine notion. Only Georgina could make a cold – blooded killer consider things like candles and high thread count sheets. I never imagined myself as a husband. And I never would have, if I hadn’t met the angel. Now I can think of nothing but making every second of her life happy. Providing and protecting what God has given me. Perhaps Georgina and I have different notions about what she requires to be content, but she will come around to my way of thinking. There is no other choice. A hint of unease creeps into my chest, but I banish it. I’ve already mapped the restaurant where I plan to feed Georgina, and we approach the freeway exit right on time. The gourmet sandwich shop is not the main attraction in the tiny town, though. And when we park along the main street, she sees it and gasps. “A library? Oh my God, it’s huge.” She fumbles with the door handle, unable to take her eyes off the gothic building. “Aleksei, did you know?” I don’t bother answering, because she should know by now, I do nothing by accident. Instead, I climb out of the driver’s side and round the bumper, scanning the street for threats as I take Georgina’s hand, pulling her onto the sidewalk. She sways into me, but this time I don’t step back right away. I let her front mold to mine, her lips popping open at the feel of my jutting diick. I want to back her against the car, thrust my eraction up between her thighs and introduce her to the only cocck she’ll ever know, damm the potential witnesses. But as always, when I take her out in public, heads begin turning almost immediately. In Georgina’s direction. There is a breeze blowing against the hem of her skirt, the white material teasing the underside of her tempting buns. That same breeze stiffens her niples and makes her shiver, skyrocketing my protective instincts. Grinding my teeth together, I reach into the backseat and wrap her in the denim jacket she brought along. She presses her lips together, those green eyes knowing. Does she enjoy my jealousy? I wonder if she still would if she knew how deep it runs. “Thank you for the library,” she whispers. “Can we go?” “Da, angel.” I take her hand and lead her to the restaurant. “After you eat.” “I’m not even hungry.” She consumes every bite. I eat much faster, so I lean back in my chair and enjoy the sight of her mouth moving, the little pleased noises she makes. Just like on the street, every male in the place cranes their neck to get an eyeful of what’s mine. Until I let them know with my eyes that I will strangle them with piano wire in their sleep if they don’t fack off. By the time Georgina finishes, we’re the only ones left in the restaurant, which pleases me very much. On the walk to the library, Georgina takes my hand and smiles up at me. “I guess I should enjoy the good meals while they last. It’s going to be crappy campus food from here on out.” Again, there’s an uncomfortable pang below my neck, much like guilt. “Only one hour in the library, Georgina. I want to stay on schedule.” She glances up at the giant clock on top of the library. “Freshman orientation isn’t until tomorrow night. We have until then to move me into the dorm.” She sends me a saucy wink. “No sweat, right?” No sweat? Moving her into a place full of strangers with bad judgment and a steamy man – child trying to get laid around every corner? This is what she considers no sweat? There is only one way for me to retain my sanity, and it doesn’t include leaving her to sleep in a place where I cannot guard her. When I don’t answer, questions appear in Georgina’s eyes, but I quickly usher her into the library. Her intake of breath distracts me from my dark thoughts, replacing them with appreciation over her reaction. There’s a beam of sunlight streaming in through a second – story stained – glass window, and it lands on the angel, making her glow even brighter. She presses her fingers to her lips and turns in a circle, taking in the sweeping marble staircases and endless rows of books on either side. I only have eyes for Georgina, because surely there is no greater creation on this earth. The fates could not truly expect me to let her go. No. It would be impossible. I would go insane. I’m doing the right thing. The only thing. My voice is gruff when I find it. “The fiction section is downstairs. To your right.” Her lips tilt at the evidence that not only did I plan in advance to bring her here, but I did my research. For her. Everything for her. “I think I’ll take a look upstairs first.” When she climbs the marble staircase, her backside twitches right to left, turning my bloodstream into a river of fire. She casts a look back at me over her shoulder, and I know she’s up to something. But if I can do anything but follow. Chapter 6 Turnabout is fair play, right? Aleksei has stroked my hormones like a harp player for the longest. I’ve lived for his grudging smiles and grunts of approval. I’ve woken up hot and sweaty because his lips accidentally grazed my earlobe during a hug, turning my dreams into graphic movies starring him. And me. It has not been easy living on the razor’s edge of something I don’t fully understand but am eager to learn about. And yes, maybe plotting to seduce him in a public library is a little impulsive. After all, he all but told me we’re going all the way tonight. Mere hours from now. A hot shiver passes through me as I turn down the darkened self – help aisle, Aleksei’s boots thudding heavily on the marble behind me. I don’t want to wait for tonight. This attraction ran thick between the both of us, so I’m kind of angry that he kept me at a distance while I was suffering. We both had needs — Aleksei had no right to file it under his stubborn terms. Maybe the politician’s daughter is coming out to play, because I feel compelled to take back a little of the control he didn’t see fit to allow me. I’ve been handled by my handler, and I don’t appreciate knowing how much time we’ve wasted. Aleksei thought I was playing games with him before? He ain’t seen nothing yet. I find what I’m looking for and stop, pointing to the top shelf. “Aleksei?” He’s suddenly so huge beside me in the dim lighting, his tightly leashed control beginning to show signs of strain, it takes me a moment to continue. “Can you reach up and get me the big red one? The one with gold lettering on the spine?” He seems surprised by my request, but complies. And I have the satisfaction of watching one dark eyebrow hop toward his hairline when he reads the title. “The Kama Sutra, Georgina?” I step between Aleksei and the shelf and slowly unbutton his signature black overcoat. 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2,195,055	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195044}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. — The prick is blocking the sun. I'm lying on the beach on the last day before the first day of my senior year, trying to darken my skin for one more day before school starts. Given that my father moved me to Sunset Beach at the end of my junior year, all the way across the country from my old home in Virginia, I didn't have much else to do. I don't know a single person in town and I'm already anxious about the first day tomorrow, wondering if anyone will even talk to me or if I'll be forced stare at my phone all day in an attempt to not acknowledge the fact that I'm the new girl in school. But now The prick is blocking my sun. I call him that because he walks like that guy. Chest out, like he owns the beach. He's phenomenal looking and he knows it and he knows the rest of us know it. Everything is easy for him, even walking in the sand. So I already know he's gonna be The prick. "You're new," he says. "To the planet?" I say. "No. I'm not." He smiles and his teeth are snow white against his bronze skin and his sun pecked blonde hair. His jaw could cut stone and his eyes are bluer than the ocean behind him. The surfboard under his arms looks nearly as hard as the ripples in his abs. The prick is smoking hot. "New and funny," he says. "What a combo." He turns over his shoulder. "Brett, we've got a funny one." Brett trudges up sand and plants his board in the sand next to The prick. Brett is almost as good looking. An inch shorter, dark hair, green eyes, a chest like a cutting board. Barbed wire tattooed around each of his biceps. He didn't smile. "Funny chicks are usually pains in my hip." "I like funny chicks," another guy says, coming up on The prick's left. "They usually don't think twice about giving it up." Third Guy is in a tie for second with Brett for best looking. Shoulder length brown hair, broad shoulders, eyes that matched his hair. All three of them are wet, having just come from the ocean and their waves. I'd seen them out on the water, envious of how they moved on their boards. I can surf, the result of summer trips to Florida when I was younger, but I'm not that good. "Where you from, New Girl?" The prick asks. "Not sure it's any of your business," I say. His smile darkens just a fraction. "You're kind of rude." "And you're blocking my sun." He jams his board into the sand, standing it on end. "Just trying to be friendly." "I think you're doing it wrong." Third Guy chuckles. The prick just stares at me. I look around. There are other people on the beach, but not near us. It becomes super clear to me that I'm on my own with the three of them. And I realize I'm uncomfortable. But I can't help myself. "And I think you're a prick," I say to Brett. He laughs, like he's heard that a million times. "I'll show you a prick if you wanna see one, honey." "Not interested," I say. "You will be," he says. "You still haven't answered the question," The prick says. I stare back at him. Jesus, is he good looking. Stop-what-you're-doing-and-fantasize good looking. "I'm aware." "It's not a hard question," he says. "Maybe she wants something hard, though," Third Guy says. I look at him. "Not sure you're up for the job, Champ." Third Guy doesn't like that and shuffles closer in the sand. "How about if we see?" Now, I'm for real uncomfortable. I sit up. I throw my keys and sandals in my bag and stand up. None of them move, eyeing me like I'm dinner. "This has been fun, boys," I say. "But I think I'm going home." The prick finally takes notice of my beat up surfboard next to my towel. He pushes the edge of it with his sand covered toe. "This yours?" "What gave it away?" I ask. He picks it up by the nose, gives it the once over, then lets it fall back to the sand. "It's a prick." "Takes one to know one," I say, picking up my towel and shaking it out. Third Guy and Brett back up, The prick holds his ground. The prick smiles. My stomach flips, then flops, then flips some more. Why does he have to be so good looking? "Happy to teach you how to ride," he says. His pals snicker. "I'm good," I say, picking up my board. "I think I'll have to be the judge of that," The prick says. "Good luck with that." "I don't need luck, honey," he says and tilts his head to the side. Drops of water from the ocean glisten on his perfect chest. "I take what I want when I want it." I pull my shorts on over my bikini bottoms. "No need to cover up the show," Brett says. "You don't have tickets," I say, grabbing my bag and picking up my board. "What a mouth," Third Guy says. "I wonder if it can do other things besides talk." Brett laughs, but The prick just keeps staring at me, trying to melt me with those blue eyes. It's almost working. "It can," I say. "But unfortunately for you, it doesn't go anywhere near prick." Third Guy glowers at me. The corner of The prick's perfect mouth turns upward into something that almost looks like a smile. But there's something about it that feels more threatening than friendly. It's ninety something degrees out but suddenly I'm chilled. I sling the bag over my shoulder. "I wish I could say it's been a pleasure, but I don't like to lie. See you around." I turn to go. "I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. "Presley! Are you about ready?" I'm not ready. It's the next morning and I'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to convince myself that I'm ready for the first day of my senior year at a new high school. I've braided my long brown hair and pulled on the yellow linen tank top and my favorite denim skirt. I spent an extra twenty minutes on my makeup, trying to make sure it looked like I didn't spend an extra twenty minutes on my makeup. Silver sandals on my feet. I look good and if it had been the first day back at my old school, I would've at least felt like I knew what I was doing. I would've been driving to school on my own, stopping at the coffee shop on the way to school, getting my drink, and praying that my last year wouldn't suck as bad as my first three years did. Instead, I am hiding in my room, avoiding my dad's pleas to come out so he can drop me off at his paralegal's house so that woman's daughter can drive me to school. Have I mentioned I've never met this girl? "Presley!" he yells. "We gotta go!" "I'm coming," I say. I sigh, check the mirror one last time, and grab my backpack. I throw it over my shoulder and look at the mirror again. "Please don't let today suck," I say. My father is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He's wearing a dark navy suit, light blue shirt, and a red tie. His dark hair is flecked with gray and he's good looking for a dad, according to my friends. My mother, however, thought that the lawyer she worked for was better looking, so she left him and moved to Washington. So it's me and my dad and that's okay most of the time. He tries, but he's also busy trying to get his new law practice off the ground. The reason we moved to Sunset Beach from Virginia was because he was able to snag one giant client and it would mean steady work for the next two years. The client lives in Sunset Beach and he wants to be near him for meetings and stuff like that. He pitched it to me as living near the beach and all the fun we'd be able to have, but I knew that any fun that I found would be most likely on my own. But it's still way better than living with my mom. And I'm hoping it'll be different for me here. He looks up at me. "We're going to be late, Pres. Come on." "Sorry," I mumble. "Did you eat?" he asks. "No, I'm fine," I say. "You can grab a granola bar or something." I shake my head. "I'm fine." He smiled. "Senior year. Are you ready?" "Nope." "Come on, it'll be good." "Sure," I say, avoiding his eyes. He sighs and we head to the garage to climb into his green Audi Q5. My dad has money. He just wants more of it. He lost some of it in the divorce, but he's determined to make it all back and then some. We live in a great house six blocks from the ocean now and I don't have to worry about much. Other than having friends my senior of high school. "Claire's daughter said she was happy to take you," he explains as we drive. "I just thought that might be better than showing up alone on the first day." "Okay." We stop at the red light and he looks at me. "You look great." "Thanks." There's an awkward pause. "I know this is all hard, but it'll be okay," he says. "You just have to give it a chance. I know you miss your friends. But did it suck to spend the last two weeks at the beach?" Well, I didn't really have friends to miss, Dad, because I was loner there. "No," I say. "It was good." "Your tan looks good anyway." I don't say anything and the light changes to green. The car lurches forward. "I appreciate you doing all of this, Pres," he says. "You could've made it harder on me, but you didn't. I know it's not the plan you had, but thank you for giving it a chance." I'm not sure I had another choice. Claire's house is five minutes from ours, a cut yellow bungalow with a perfectly cut yard out frond and roses of nearly color beneath the front window. A gleaming white Mini Cooper is idling in the driveway and I can see a shadowed head inside of it. "That's Bridget there," my dad says, pointing at the car. "Claire texted me and said she'd be in her car, waiting." My stomach ties into one gigantic knot. "Okay." My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "It's gonna be great. It'll feel like you've been here for forever before you know it. I promise." I pick my bag up off the floor. "I know. You're right. I'll see you tonight." "I'll probably be late," he says. "So don't worry about dinner for me." I get out of the car and stare at the Mini idling in the driveway. All kinds of awkward. I close the door, give my dad a half wave, and make the death march over to my ride. I'm not sure what I'm expecting, but Bridget isn't it. I peer in the window of the car and she's looking over at me, smiling. She reaches over and pushes the door open. "Presley?" she says. "I'm Bridget." "Hey," I say. "Nice to meet you." "If you get in now, we've still got time to get coffee on our way," she says. "If you like coffee?" It's like I've been given a lifeline. I slide into the seat. "I would love coffee." She laughs. "I can barely function without it." Bridget is knock out gorgeous. Jet black hair to the middle of her back, a tight red v-necked T-shirt with perfect curves underneath. Denim shorts that show off her long legs. She smells like the roses in her front yard. "I appreciate the ride," I say as we back out. "I know this is weird." "Please," she says, eyeing the mirror. "Can't imagine having to do the first day at Sunset Beach on your own, particularly senior year." She smiles again. "This way I can point you in the right directions so you don't waste your time going in the wrong ones." "That would be awesome." "Don't be offended by this," she says. "Are you a cheerleader?" "Um, no." "Thank Jesus," she says, slapping her palm against the steering wheel. "I mean, you're kinda hot and all put together, so it can be hard to tell." She glances at me. "Rule number one at Sunset is that the cheerleaders suck hip." I laugh. "Isn't that the way it is everywhere?" "Pretty much," she says, nodding. "And I'm just warning you now. You are gonna be fresh meat. prick football players are gonna flock as soon as we hit the lot." "prick football players," I says. "So two things are the same everywhere." She holds up a fist. "Word, girlfriend." I bump her fist with mine and my stomach starts to unclench. As she drives, she fills me in on teachers and classes and other kids and what to expect. She doesn't have to tell me all of this, but I'm relaxing by the second as we go. We pull into the drive thru of a place called Seaside Coffee and she orders two large iced coffees. She might be my soulmate. By the time we get to the school, I'm almost nerve free. She whips the Mini through the parking lot and jerks it to a stop right in front of a painted parking stall. She points to it. "See that? They auction parking spots to seniors at the end of junior year and then you get to paint your spot. This is mine." "That is awesome," I say, looking at the pink and yellow sunset painted over a very blue ocean. "You did that?" "I did that," she says, proudly. "And no one else can put their hip in this spot all year." She pulls into the lot and we get out. The lot is nearly full and clusters of other kids are walking toward the concrete and glass building. "What are you doing tonight?" Bridget asks. "Tonight? Nothing. My dad has to work late." She grips my elbow. "Perfect. There's a back to school night down at The Hump." "The Hump?" "Place down by the beach," she says. "You're coming and I can show you." "I don't know if--" She squeezes my elbow. "You're coming, Presley." She stops walking and looks me right in the eye. "Look, when my mom asked if I could give her boss's daughter a ride because she was new, I thought you might end up being some little troll that didn't speak or, even worse, a cheerleader." She smiled. "But you're not. I know this has to suck, but I can make it suck a little less. So you're coming tonight." She pauses. "Where's your phone?" I pull it from my hip. "Give me your number," she says, whipping hers out. "So I can find you during the day and see how you're doing. And meet me here at twelve for lunch. It's open campus and we'll go get burgers. Cool?" She was taking care of every first day worry I had. I mean, I never went to a single party back in Virginia and now she's invited me to the first one of the year and making sure I'm not solo for lunch. "Yeah, totally. But you don't have to do this." I give her my number. "I'll be okay." "I want to," she says, then recites her number for me. She starts to say something else, but her eyes drift over my shoulder and her smile fades. "Okay. Test number one. Prick football players incoming." I turn around. Three boys, all in blue and white lettermen jackets, all large, all heading our way. The one in the middle has short dark hair, gray eyes, and shoulders like square blocks. They aren't quite as good looking as the boys I'd run into on the beach, but they're close. "Hey Bridge," the dark haired boy asks. "Who's your pal?" "This is Presley," she says. "Presley, these are the pricks." "So unfair and uptight," he says. "She got the d part right. I'm Derek. And this is Evan and this is Pritch." He winks at me. "Where exactly did you come from?" It's right then that I make the decision. At my old school, I would've shut up. I would've been too intimidated to say anything. But I don't have to be the same girl I was there. I can be someone new in Sunset Beach. "Her car?" I say. "Did you not see me get out of it?" I look at Bridget. "Every guy I've met here so far asks the dumbest questions." Bridget busts out laughing. Derek is red-faced and his friends look no less amused. "I'd be nice to me if I were you," he says. "I run this place and I can make or break your life here." "Feels like the only thing you run is your mouth," I say. Bridget links her arm with mine. "See you later, boys." She leads me away from them and leans into me. "You are going to fit in perfectly." I want nothing more than that to be true.	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2,195,502	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195487}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Click to read all chapters	Uncle Aleksei forced his hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. I wish that was not just a dream. “I know you want me Uncle Aleksei, why do you keep pushing me away?” I let my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “I want you to ride on my coock.“ He pressed me back against the trunk, “But I gave your father five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Including me.” “And when does the contract expire?”My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” ------ Chapter 1 1: Aleksei. Some would call her a curse, but I know better. Little Georgina is an angel. My angel. Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Georgina is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald – green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven – colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her teat come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can’t see it. I’d love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from my teeth. Soon. My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I’d done only an hour ago. Uncle Aleksei, will you tie me up? A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full – time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen – year – old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite — and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to be claimed. “As you know, Aleksei, when Georgina’s mother was taken from me…” David Harris’s hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. “Georgina was all I had left. She’s been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I’ve trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life.” His expression wilts. “College.” David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He’s a man who doesn’t mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years of fealty. When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I’m a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David’s right – hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for his own. Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else’s hands makes me want to commit slaughter. “If it was up to me, she would go somewhere local. Private.” David sighs, scrubbing both hands over his face. “But she wants her freedom. We can’t keep her locked up forever.” Oh no? A matter of opinion, perhaps. I examine my knuckles. “You want me to drive her to college.” “Yes.” David turns and watches Georgina through the window. “Keeping her sheltered for so long…it’s going to backfire. She doesn’t know how to make friends or go places alone. Christ, she doesn’t know anything thing about men.” And she won’t. No men but me. I grip the armrest of the chair so tightly, it begins to snap, but I release it in time. “No,” I agree, my voice grating. “She knows nothing of men.” If she did, she wouldn’t be so comfortable sitting on my lap. Or parading around her rooms in nothing but flimsy pantie when I can clearly see her through the open door. My coock has gotten hard watching those little cheeks jiggle inside lace so many times, I’ve lost count. Her body is not the only thing that stirs my manhood, though. Oh no. Others tend to write off my Georgina as a pampered brat who is spoiled thanks to her paramour looks. Little do they know Michigan State gave her a full academic scholarship. I can’t check books out of the library for her fast enough, and I’ve replaced her tutors several times because they couldn’t devise a challenging curriculum. The angel keeps me on my toes. “I’ve asked a lot of you, Aleksei. My work schedule doesn’t allow me to be home very often, and you’ve become Georgina’s family.” He gives me a look ripe with meaning. “And you haven’t broken the promise you made me. You know the one. God, she even calls you Uncle.” I know this. I don’t need a reminder of the purgatory I’ve been living in. “You’ve become invaluable to me, not just as Georgina’s bodyguard but as an operator.” We trade a look. Operator. Hit man. Same difference. “You’re the best I have on my payroll, but those skills haven’t been utilized as much as I’d like. Once you help Georgina transition to college life, I need you back here working for me.” He leans forward across the desk. “Without Georgina as a distraction, we can really focus your…talents…where they’re needed. Name your price.” I’m saved from having to answer when Georgina explodes into the room, bringing color and light along with her. And too little clothing for my liking. Bubbling with life, she turns in a pirouette, giving me a three – hundred – and – sixty – degree view of my tight, teenage tease, her slender curves covered in nothing but green strips of wet nylon. My muscles flex, my hands eager to reach for her. But I don’t have to, because as usual, Georgina reaches for me first. “Aleksei,” she sing – songs, taking her rightful spot on my thigh, throwing herself sideways against my chest and snuggling there. “You said you’d come outside and watch me dive.” My features stay neutral, but my head is filled with a forbidden image. Georgina’s legs spread on David’s desk while I tongue – fack her to a hiip – bucking high. “Your father needed to speak with me.” Her fingers toy with the button of my coat. “About what?” David smiles absently, his gaze drawn by something on his computer screen. “Your drive to college tomorrow.” He refocuses on his daughter, seeming to find nothing at all wrong with her clinging to me half neked, still dripping from the pool and looking like an advertisement for expensive internet porrn. The ones I never click on because they aren’t Georgina. David’s cluelessness is only one of the reasons I have no guilt about what’s to come. He has taken my reputation as a killer into consideration and still allowed me to raise his daughter. Me. A red – blooded male taking on responsibilities of her meals, her schooling, even the purchase of her clothing. Caring for her when she’s sick. Does he actually believe I could now part ways with my reward? “You know I have my reservations about letting you attend school so far from home, but we’ve registered you under an alias. Your pictures haven’t been in the media since you were thirteen, so there’s no danger of being recognized. Aleksei is going to check your dorm for security and speak with personnel, to make sure you’re settled before he leaves.” David raps a fist on his desk. “Any instructions he gives you are for your own safety. Make sure you listen.” “Of course.” Green eyes flash up at me, full of wit and sass. “Don’t I always?” Chapter 2 This is it. I’m finally free. I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei’s black Mercedes, my buutt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics. Watching me through broody, slate – gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile. What is his deal today? Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action. “Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?” I saunter closer and prop my hiip against one of the rear car doors. “Is that why you’re so quiet?” His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. “Nyet.” Hurt swamps my belly knowing he’s eager to get rid of me, but I don’t let him see it. Some days I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was killed, Aleksei became the only constant in my life. He’s stayed that way for five years. Would a hardened man like Aleksei do anything he didn’t want to do? I have no idea. Then again, this is part of the reason I’m going so far away from home for school, isn’t it? The confusing way Aleksei makes me feel? My hormones officially went bananas right after I turned sixteen and walked in on Aleksei in the shower. Through the water – speckled glass, I saw his neked, six – foot – eight frame covered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsome face — so frustratingly made of stone — splashing on his hard packs of ruthless muscle. He didn’t see me in the bathroom. No, he couldn’t have. Or he wouldn’t have continued stroking that huge, heavy trunk of flesh between his legs, muttering curses in Russian. Aleksei being none the wiser about my accidental peep show is the only reason I can still call him Uncle with a straight face. Because I’m pretty sure girls aren’t supposed to have sweaty fever dreams about their uncles. Even if they’re not actual blood relations. And even if the dreams are against a girl’s will. Oh, who are you kidding? You beg your subconscious for those dreams. My niples turn to spikes beneath my tank top just thinking about the last one. When I joined Aleksei inside that foggy shower and he forced that hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. Have I been crazy thinking he could crave that — crave me — in real life? Sometimes I swear I sense torment and restraint in him, but he locks it down so fast I think I imagined it. Well, I’ve had quite enough of living in such close quarters with the man haunting my dreams and turning me into a walking, talking horn dog. It hurts. Physically and mentally. Not to mention, the second – guessing of my own sanity is starting to drive me crazy. Not that I’d let him know that. Memories of Aleksei’s rough hands tying my bathing suit strings yesterday makes my movements provocetive as I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “You won’t miss me even a little bit?” Eyes flaring, he catches my wrist. “Do not play games with me, Georgina.” The breath catches in my lungs, heat rushing to my cheeks. Rushing to every part of me. What if I never get another chance to figure out if I imagined the pull between us? I’m going to college today. Even if he tells me I’m crazy and he could never be attracted to a girl he raised from such a young age — a girl he taught to drive, taught to throw a punch — I won’t have to see him every day while living with the knowledge. The reality of not seeing him sends panic and pain slicing into my middle. And it’s the pain that knocks the words free of my mouth. “I’ve tried to play games,” I blurt out, thinking of all my silly attempts to tempt him. “You won’t play them back.” Gray eyes narrow, and I sense a debate taking place. I’m so focused on watching him for a sign of what he’s thinking, I sack in a breath when he releases my wrist…and steps forward, pressing me back against the trunk. Traps me there. My neck is forced to crane to keep eye contact, and he looms, so massive and unmoving above me, but his dominance only makes my nerve endings go wilder. “Nothing about us, little angel, is a game. I will not miss you, because I never intend to leave you.” His hand slides beneath my skirt and cups my right cheek, kneading it, stealing the power from my knees. Making my mind reel. “This is mine. Now go put it in the passenger seat, before your father sees me defiling you from the window. It wouldn’t stop my plans, but it might delay us.” He slaps my backside, growling deep in his throat. “And you know I hate being late.” I’m left with my mouth agape, staring into space as Aleksei rounds the car and climbs into the driver’s side, starting the engine. What in the world just happened? Chapter 3 My Gina does not like puzzles. She fidgets now in the passenger seat like a bird in its nest, unable to get comfortable. Which means I cannot settle, either, because her comfort is my calling. I do find the way she huffs and peeks over at me from beneath her eyelashes rather adorable, however, so I’ve decided to let it continue a little longer. She will have the information she seeks soon enough. Revealing my intention to keep Georgina was not part of my plan, but I’m a man at the end of his tether. My notorious patience is thinning with every mile I drive. Keeping myself restrained around this girl was never easy, but now that I can see light at the end of the tunnel, I find my desperation to claim Georgina growing stronger by the second. To a level of hunger I never knew existed and doubt I’ll ever extinguish. Her palms travel down her bare thighs then back up. A nervous gesture, but that doesn’t stop it from hardening my diick. When I make her my wife, I will allow the skirts. But I will take her wearing these tiny creations as a signal she wants to be facked until they’re soaked straight through with my seed. Then she can decide if she still wants to wear them in public. If I want to make it to our destination, I must cease these thoughts, but I know from experience that it’s impossible. She is my obsession and has been such for longer than I would admit to a court of law. Quitting breathing would be easier than stopping my thoughts of her beneath me. Finally. Her vergin blood staining the sheets of our bed. Georgina sits forward suddenly. “I didn’t pack my favorite pajamas. The long red shirt with the pocket — ” “I packed it.” “My copy of Anne of Green Gables?” A memory of her curled up beside me reading the book makes my throat feel funny. “Done.” She’s quiet for a beat. “What about my spare pair of reading glasses? I always lose the first and I need a backup until I find — ” “They’re in the bag with your…lotions.” “Oh. Thank you, Aleksei.” She goes back to rubbing those thlghs. The ones that will be living around my waist very soon, but not soon enough for my sanity. “So, um. What did you mean back in the driveway? About never leaving me. Did you mean that…figuratively?” My lips press together to keep from smiling. Six miles. She made it six miles without giving in to her curiosity. Too bad I have to make it another two hundred miles without giving in to my impulse to fully explain my intentions. “I meant it the way I meant it.” I feel her low hum deep in my stomach. “I don’t like that answer.” “You are only satisfied with full explanations.” “That’s because I’m a normal.” Again, I suppress a smile. “You don’t find me normal, angel?” She tilts her head and peruses me with lively green eyes. “Definitely not.” Her jiggling right leg tells me this line of questioning is far from over. When it finally stills, I glance over to find her cheeks pink. “Aleksei, you…touched me.” At the reminder of her taut ass fitting perfectly in my hand, the teeth of my zipper bite into my swelling diick. “I’ve touched you many times. Do you not recall what happens when there’s a thunderstorm and you crawl into bed with me?” A puff of air leaves her lips. “You’re just so w – warm.” Memories of Georgina tucked tight against me, her hands dangerously low on my belly, make my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. That long red T – shirt she calls pajamas is so threadbare I could feel her niples rake my sides every time she breathed. Oh yes, she’s tried to play games with me many, many times. I’ve cursed my refusal to break vows on more occasions than I can remember, but I’m a man of my word. I can only hope she will appreciate this about me one day. Tomorrow would be nice. “I’m glad my temperature pleases you, Georgina.” I can hear her quickened breathing across the car. “Brushing my neck accidentally with your fingers when tying my bathing suit or…rubbing my back when I’m sick…that’s not the way you touched me in the driveway. That was different,” she finishes in a whisper. “Did you like it?” Heat kicks me low in the gut. Years of forcing myself to treat this girl like a niece has taken its toll. How can I resist talking to her about sax? About the off – limits body she’s been tempting me with since I was hired by her father? When I finally answer her question, my voice is nothing more than gravel. “You’re asking me if I enjoyed having your smooth little cheek in my hand, knowing there’s a tan line that slashes diagonally, right across the center?” A rumble of hunger moves in my chest. “There’s a reason I never remove my overcoat while you’re swimming in that green mind-fack of a bathing suit, angel. My cocck is so stiff, you could use it as a second diving board.” Her knees shot together, and I barely check the urge to reach over and pry them apart. To see if my confession made her pantie wet. Don’t do it. If I see any evidence that her vergin cuunt is prepared for me, I’ll pull over and breed her on the hood of this car. “B – but you…” she sputters. “You’re the one who bought the green bathing suit for me.” “I assure you, Georgina, that bathing suit was all for Uncle Aleksei.” Chapter 4 Is this real life? Sheltered or not, I’m usually capable of assessing a situation pretty fast. Reading people. Solving dilemmas. But I can’t make sense of this. Aleksei, the man I’ve been having illicit fantasies about for years, has been having them about me, too? No way. I don’t believe it. All those times I snuck into his bedroom because I was “scared of the thunder” (I wasn’t), he refused to take any of the openings I gave him. I mean, call me crazy, but when a half – neked girl combs her fingers through a man’s chest hair and purrs like a kitten, that’s a sure – fire sign she’s interested in more. But he’d only lain there like a stone statue, grunting at me in Russian to stop interrupting his sleep. All this time, has he wanted to push me down into the mattress and… I can’t even bring myself to think the word, because I’m already slick. Right where it counts. And he keeps frowning at my squeezed – together legs, as if he knows it. “I don’t believe you. About wanting me.” His jaw muscle flexes. Hard. He’s angry now? “Don’t believe me?” “Nope. Why now? Why would you wait to tell me this until you’re…” I fling a hand toward the passing scenery, “essentially driving me out of your life?” He bares his teeth. “I’m not leaving you. We’ve spoken of this.” Hearing that, knowing he didn’t just mean it in some symbolic way, my heart lifts with relief. As much as I want my freedom, the one thing — person — I never want to be away from is Aleksei. He’s the one who brings home a cake and candles to celebrate my birthday when my father forgets. He’s the one who fusses and threatens the doctors when I’m sick. My friend, the only man who’s ever made my lady parts clench…my uncle who isn’t really an uncle. Aleksei. But it’s difficult to reconcile the man I’ve grown up with and this new, saxually charged Adonis…who claims to want me. Bad. Even after walking in on him touching himself in the shower, our relationship didn’t change. Not on his end, anyway. I was walking into walls for two months, the hot vision of his big hand stroking up and down his shaft painted on my corneas. “I need an explanation, Aleksei. Or I’ll…” I search the car for some threat inspiration, my gaze landing on the granola bar sticking out of my purse. “I won’t eat until I get the truth.” If possible, his powerful frame grows even stiffer. “Your lunch time is in seventeen minutes, Georgina. You will not be missing it.” Propping my hand on a bent wrist, I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Then I guess you should start talking.” He grunts, looking at me with grudging approval. “You are a very challenging creature.” His fingers tap on the steering wheel. “Very well. I will appease some of this curiosity.” My smile seems to distract him. “Thank you.” A curt nod. “Try and maintain that grateful attitude.” His cheek flexes for long moments as he stares out at the road ahead. “Do you remember when I came to live with you?” “Of course.” I turn and lay the side of my face on the leather seat. “It was the week after my mother’s funeral. My father was so paranoid, he wouldn’t let me leave the house, and I thought I’d be a prisoner forever, but…he trusted you to protect me. Before you even unpacked, you took me out for ice cream.” “Yes.” His expression warms, before the stoicism returns and chases it away. “This trust your father had in me is very important, Georgina. It didn’t come for free. Do you understand? Not for him or me.” He pauses. “My mother and sister needed a home in Chicago, and your father had the connections I didn’t, being so new to this country.” I nod, because I knew this much already. Aleksei’s family is private and they don’t come to the house very often, unless there’s some news that must be delivered in person. But I always know when it’s someone’s birthday because he asks my opinion when ordering flowers or a gift online. “I’m glad he helped your family. It brought me you.” My face goes up in flames as soon as the words leave my mouth. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to let Aleksei know I appreciate him. But that was before he touched me. Before he admitted to admiring my near – neked body with looks I used to believe were platonic. Now I worry saying how much I need him out loud might make me sound too desperate. Aren’t I, though? God, I can barely sit still on the seat, I want to be in his lap so bad. “Georgina.” “Yes,” I breathe. “You will continue as you always have. You will not stop telling me your thoughts.” He rolls a shoulder. “I like them very much.” My heart is pounding in my ears when I say, “Tell me the rest.” His eyebrows lift at being given a command, but thankfully he doesn’t pull the plug on our conversation. “I gave him five years of loyal service in exchange for his help with my family. When I came to Chicago, I assumed I would be running…a very different kind of operation for your father. But when he mentioned hiring you a different bodyguard, I protested.” I catch a laugh in my throat, just imagining what that protest from Aleksei looked and sounded like. Sort of like the human equivalent of a volcanic eruption. “This amuses you, angel?” The car picks up speed. “Men are not to be trusted.” “Only you.” “That’s right. Only me.” He slants a look in my direction, those cool gray eyes roaming over my legs and bosom, his humongous arms seeming to expand and flex inside his coat. “I gave him five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Of all men, yes. But when I made this promise to your father, it was clear that it pertained to me. So long as this five – year contract was in effect, you were forbidden.” Five years. My mind flips like pages in a calendar, thinking back to the day Aleksei arrived. Fall. It was fall. I remember because the first time I saw him, I was sitting on the front steps of my house, head resting in my lap, wishing I could go ride my bike at the pier with my friends. Never again, though. My father, lost in his grief, had barred me from leaving. Aleksei’s black boots appeared first, crunching on the autumn leaves that had fallen from the tree. He crouched down and forced me to meet his eyes. Eyes that reminded me of thawing ice. Angel, he’d rasped. “And…” My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. “And when does the contract expire?” His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” Chapter 5 It’s time for Georgina’s lunch. When she doesn’t eat, everything I say is the wrong thing. So we don’t miss meals. She has been quiet since I informed her my shackles come off tonight. Quiet and…restless. I take a book from the glove compartment and drop it in her lap, but she starts to read it upside down, so I stow it away again. Her fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, her feet perform an awkward dance routine, and she keeps changing the radio stations, never settling. I have an urge to park the car and pull her across the seat, into my lap. It’s what she needs. A good, hard ride on her man’s cocck. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Soon. There are some things we must speak about, before I take her body. But even I am not foolish enough to inform Georgina of her future when she has an empty stomach. She might have been born in Chicago, but she has a fiery Russian temper. In the future, I have no doubt I’ll fack her mid – tantrum — frequently — but I want her first time to be… Romantic. My lip curls at such a feminine notion. Only Georgina could make a cold – blooded killer consider things like candles and high thread count sheets. I never imagined myself as a husband. And I never would have, if I hadn’t met the angel. Now I can think of nothing but making every second of her life happy. Providing and protecting what God has given me. Perhaps Georgina and I have different notions about what she requires to be content, but she will come around to my way of thinking. There is no other choice. A hint of unease creeps into my chest, but I banish it. I’ve already mapped the restaurant where I plan to feed Georgina, and we approach the freeway exit right on time. The gourmet sandwich shop is not the main attraction in the tiny town, though. And when we park along the main street, she sees it and gasps. “A library? Oh my God, it’s huge.” She fumbles with the door handle, unable to take her eyes off the gothic building. “Aleksei, did you know?” I don’t bother answering, because she should know by now, I do nothing by accident. Instead, I climb out of the driver’s side and round the bumper, scanning the street for threats as I take Georgina’s hand, pulling her onto the sidewalk. She sways into me, but this time I don’t step back right away. I let her front mold to mine, her lips popping open at the feel of my jutting diick. I want to back her against the car, thrust my eraction up between her thighs and introduce her to the only cocck she’ll ever know, damm the potential witnesses. But as always, when I take her out in public, heads begin turning almost immediately. In Georgina’s direction. There is a breeze blowing against the hem of her skirt, the white material teasing the underside of her tempting buns. That same breeze stiffens her niples and makes her shiver, skyrocketing my protective instincts. Grinding my teeth together, I reach into the backseat and wrap her in the denim jacket she brought along. She presses her lips together, those green eyes knowing. Does she enjoy my jealousy? I wonder if she still would if she knew how deep it runs. “Thank you for the library,” she whispers. “Can we go?” “Da, angel.” I take her hand and lead her to the restaurant. “After you eat.” “I’m not even hungry.” She consumes every bite. I eat much faster, so I lean back in my chair and enjoy the sight of her mouth moving, the little pleased noises she makes. Just like on the street, every male in the place cranes their neck to get an eyeful of what’s mine. Until I let them know with my eyes that I will strangle them with piano wire in their sleep if they don’t fack off. By the time Georgina finishes, we’re the only ones left in the restaurant, which pleases me very much. On the walk to the library, Georgina takes my hand and smiles up at me. “I guess I should enjoy the good meals while they last. It’s going to be crappy campus food from here on out.” Again, there’s an uncomfortable pang below my neck, much like guilt. “Only one hour in the library, Georgina. I want to stay on schedule.” She glances up at the giant clock on top of the library. “Freshman orientation isn’t until tomorrow night. We have until then to move me into the dorm.” She sends me a saucy wink. “No sweat, right?” No sweat? Moving her into a place full of strangers with bad judgment and a steamy man – child trying to get laid around every corner? This is what she considers no sweat? There is only one way for me to retain my sanity, and it doesn’t include leaving her to sleep in a place where I cannot guard her. When I don’t answer, questions appear in Georgina’s eyes, but I quickly usher her into the library. Her intake of breath distracts me from my dark thoughts, replacing them with appreciation over her reaction. There’s a beam of sunlight streaming in through a second – story stained – glass window, and it lands on the angel, making her glow even brighter. She presses her fingers to her lips and turns in a circle, taking in the sweeping marble staircases and endless rows of books on either side. I only have eyes for Georgina, because surely there is no greater creation on this earth. The fates could not truly expect me to let her go. No. It would be impossible. I would go insane. I’m doing the right thing. The only thing. My voice is gruff when I find it. “The fiction section is downstairs. To your right.” Her lips tilt at the evidence that not only did I plan in advance to bring her here, but I did my research. For her. Everything for her. “I think I’ll take a look upstairs first.” When she climbs the marble staircase, her backside twitches right to left, turning my bloodstream into a river of fire. She casts a look back at me over her shoulder, and I know she’s up to something. But if I can do anything but follow. Chapter 6 Turnabout is fair play, right? Aleksei has stroked my hormones like a harp player for the longest. I’ve lived for his grudging smiles and grunts of approval. I’ve woken up hot and sweaty because his lips accidentally grazed my earlobe during a hug, turning my dreams into graphic movies starring him. And me. It has not been easy living on the razor’s edge of something I don’t fully understand but am eager to learn about. And yes, maybe plotting to seduce him in a public library is a little impulsive. After all, he all but told me we’re going all the way tonight. Mere hours from now. 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