Page 67 of The Mistake

“You have a territory that’s vacant. You have a list of enemies a mile long, and then some, and you don’t need me to come and clean up that shit. You’ve been to see The Beast, so I’m guessing you’ve offered him a place. You don’t need me.”

“And you don’t think you and him could work together?”

“No, we couldn’t.”

“You know, it’s intriguing to me, which one of you would be more … deadly.”

I glare at him.

The Beast and I were similar. I believe our kill rates were the same, or close. After tonight, I might be ahead of him a little. The Beast could be bought, I rarely could.

Folding my arms across my chest, I look at Ivan, because the truth was, I was intrigued. People were terrified of me. No one knew exactly who or what I was. Running a territory would be new, kind of exciting, and I’d certainly get shit in line, but that meant swearing loyalty to Ivan Volkov, and that was something I vowed never to do. Not because of him being Bratva, but because he was a man.

Ivan smiled. “This is good work. I’ll see you around.”

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Lottie

I was no longer a virgin.

I’d had sex. And I had enjoyed it. Not the pain. No, the pain had been awful, but once that had subsided I had loved everything else. He’d given me not one, but two orgasms, and they had felt amazing.

Rolling onto my side, I look across at my sleeping husband. I had drifted off after we’d changed the bedsheets. It was a little late in the afternoon. My stomach growled.

“You need feeding,” Ive said.

“You’re awake.” I reached out and pressed a hand toward his chest, but I didn’t get the chance to touch him as he stopped me.

“I wasn’t asleep.”

“You were,” Isaid. “I’m pretty sure I heard you snore.”

Ive lifted my wrist to his lips and pressed a kiss on the inside. “How could I sleep with you snoring?”

I gasped. “Take that back. I do not snore.”

“Oh, you do.”

This made me laugh. I just couldn’t help it, I found it so funny.

Moving across the bed, I straddlehis waist and feel the hardness of his cock against my core. I freeze as I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.

Ive’s hands went to my knees, sliding up my thighs, then back down again. Both of my palms are flat on his stomach. He’s covered in ink, all different kinds, but I’m more distracted by the feel of his dick.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”I want to have sex again but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. This sucked. The last thing I wanted was for Ive to think of me as a child.

I wasn’t a child. I’d never be a child.

My stomach growled again and Ive chuckled. “I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be feeding you before I fuck you again.”

He lifted up and I let out a little scream as he took me to the bed. Now he was nestled between my spread legs.

“You want to have sex with me again?” I asked.

Ive chuckled. His gaze dropped to my lips. “Yes, I want to have sex and fuck you…” His lips opened as if he was about to say something else, but then he stopped.

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