The Crippled Mafia King’S Forced Bride
EP 15
After a quick shower, I put on a gray T-shirt Rodion left on the door handle for me, get in the large four-poster bed and snuggle under the duvet.
I checked the time on my phone before getting into bed.
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It’s well after midnight, but I can’t sleep.
Being in a strange house is just a part of the reason.
A much larger part is sleeping a couple of dozen yards away.
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Just thinking about him is messing with my already fried brain.
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Rodion’s chest is fully covered with ink.
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I saw it when I unbuttoned his shirt, but there wasn’t enough time for me to pay much attention to the designs.
I wish I did, because this need to reveal at least some of his secrets is eating me from the inside.
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The Russian Pakhan is an enigma, and the complete opposite of
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The straightforward funny guys—ones who can make me laugh—I’m usually attracted to.
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I like a carefree spirit, someone who is easy to talk to and even easier to leave—
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A man who won’t demand me to open up.
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Getting tangled up with the Pakhan any more than strictly necessary for this plan to work is not wise.
I close my eyes and the image of Rodion gripping my thigh while his sinful lips trail a line of kisses down my neck fills my mind.
As if on its own accord, my hand slides down my stomach and stops between my legs.
I place a finger at my core, press lightly, and groan.
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No. I should not be pleasuring myself while thinking of a man who threatened to kill me.
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It’s so wrong.
Quickly, I remove my hand, tuck both under the pillow, and try to ignore the ache between my legs.
For hours I lay awake in bed, clutching the pillow with my fingers, waiting for my traitorous body to calm itself.
It doesn’t. In fact, it only gets worse until I can’t take it anymore, so I finally succumb to my need and slide my hand back down between my legs.
I come in a matter of seconds, with my face buried in the pillow and a name of a killer on my lips.
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