Page 48 of Twisted Pact
Alexei, please.
Please what? Tell me what you need.
I need to come.
Then come for me. Right now. Imagine it’s my fingers inside you. My mouth on your clit. My cock stretching you open.
The words push me over. My back arches off the bed as I come. Hard. Waves of pleasure crash through me while I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
When I finally come back to myself, my phone is buzzing with another message.
Did you come?
Yes.
Good. Now I need you to know something. What I said this afternoon was cruel and wrong. You’re not like other women; you’re nothing like them. And when I get back, I’m going to spend hours proving that to you.
I stare at the message and try to figure out what game he’s playing. Before I can respond, another text comes through, this one with a much less indecent tone.
The rescue was successful. Irina and the baby are safe.
Relief floods through me so suddenly that I nearly drop my phone.
Really? They’re okay?
They’re shaken but unharmed. We’re transporting them to a secure medical facility for evaluation.
I sit up straight, suddenly more alert than I have been all night.
Thank God. Thank you, Alexei. Thank you for keeping your promise.
Always. But there’s a complication.
My stomach drops.What kind of complication?
The operation attracted law enforcement attention. Not enough to compromise anything, but enough that I need to stay away from the estate for a few days and let things cool down before I return.
How long?
Three days, maybe four. I’ll have guards watching the property and monitoring all access points. You’ll be safe, but I can’t come back until I’m certain there’s no surveillance on my movements.
Okay. I understand.
Get some sleep, Zaika. And Mila?
What?
Next time you want to think about my cock, send the message to me on purpose instead of by accident.
Despite everything, I smile.
Goodnight, Alexei.
Goodnight, Mila.
I set my phone on the nightstand and stare at the ceiling. My body is still thrumming with aftershocks from the orgasm. My mind spins with everything that just happened.
Irina is safe. That’s what matters, not the sexting or the way my body responds to Alexei, even when my brain knows better. My sister and nephew are alive.
