LOGINShare
33. From Dirty Talks to Lock Doors
Last Updated:
2025-06-13 08:01:16As it turned out, we didn't go straight home from the golf-gathering event. Misha took me shopping for groceries, some band's vinyl records, and a bottle of very expensive wine.
I knew it was all about quality, but, come on, who bought a bottle of fermented liquid for three grand on a whim?Of course, he had enough money to throw away.We also had dinner in a five star restaurant. I was surprised we could even enter it in the first place, considering we were dressed for golf and casual gatherings, not fine dining. It should be less than decent for a place like that. Only after we were done and he didn't even give a dime that I figured Misha probably owned the whole thing.“You’re quiet,” Misha said as we drove to his cliff house, his tone deceptively casual.I glanced at him, a little annoyed. “I’m thinking.”“About biting Juliet again?” he teased, lips twitching.“About how she weaponized a room full of bored, miserab
Latest chapter
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 48. Matcha and Some Body Count
Misha leaned his head back against the cushion, lips pale and dry. “I’m sorry, what? Who said I want your forgiveness?”Sadie snapped at him, “It's common decency, you psycho.”“Guys, that's enough.”“Where the hell did you find this crazy bitch? She’s worse than him.” Misha jerked his thumb toward James, making me smile.James’s jaw dropped in offense. “Excuse you?! I bought breakfast!”“With my credit card,” Misha croaked from the couch.“Obviously,” James replied proudly, puffing up like he deserved a medal. “Be glad I got you food because I was in a good mood,” James said with exaggerated patience, “Until someone drop-kicked you in the nuts.”Sadie raised an unimpressed brow. “You mean when I was saving my best friend from what I thought was a manipulative, psycho kidnapper?”James pointed a finger at her. “You also made me drop two bags of perfectly packaged breakfast outside the front door.”Sadie
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 47. Collateral Damage
“Misha Ashford!”The front door slammed open with the force of a hurricane. I barely had time to turn before I saw my best friend Sadie storming in, fury blazing in her eyes and fire in every step.“Sadie—”Too late.Crack!Sadie’s boot connected with brutal precision right between Misha’s legs.Misha dropped like a stone. Folded over like a collapsing tent, a strangled, breathless groan broke from his throat as he hit the floor hard. One hand flew to his groin, the other clamped over his mouth like he was seconds from puking.Behind her, James stepped in through the doorway and froze mid-step. He crossed his legs, hands clutching at his own groin in sympathy. “What the hell!”I froze in horror, then scrambled to Misha’s side, heart lurching. “Misha?! Oh my God—Misha!”He was wheezing, curled in on himself, body trembling. His face had gone ghostly pale, lips pressed together so tightly I thought he mig
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 46. Shower Priority
“What do you need? Name it.”Misha grinned, “A kiss might—”I didn’t let him finish.I leaned in and kissed him before the rest could leave his mouth, silencing the request with the press of my lips. His breath hitched, and I feared of hurting him somehow. But then he kissed me back, with more hunger than I expected from someone who’d nearly died a few hours ago.When I finally pulled back, flustered and breathless, I started to curl in beside him again. But Misha didn’t stop.His hand slid to the back of my neck, drawing me down into another kiss that was firmer, slower, claiming. Heat bloomed low in my belly, all thoughts scattering under the weight of it. My fingers clutched the edge of the blanket as he deepened the kiss, and then—Everything shifted.I gasped when the mattress dipped. Before I could blink, Misha had rolled, turning me onto my back with a gentleness that didn’t match the burning stare in hi
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 45. For A Price
I woke up feeling too hot.Sticky warmth clung to my skin, and for a moment, I couldn’t understand why. The sheets were heavy, the air thick, and my body was pressed against something radiating heat.My eyes fluttered open, heart skipping as I stared at a ceiling I didn’t recognize. This wasn’t my room. The space was too quiet, too clean. My mind scrambled to catch up, sluggish and disoriented.Then I felt the steady rise and fall beneath my hand. The solid warmth of another body beneath the blankets.Misha.Memory crashed back in all at once. The gunshot wounds, the blood, the doctor’s voice, skin to skin. Climbing into bed beside him, hoping to keep him alive. Eyes widened in panic, I slowly took everything in mind. My hand was splayed across Misha’s bare chest, rising and falling slowly beneath my touch. His heartbeat pulsed steady under my palm, and I realized I had curled into his side during the night, drawn by instinct an
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 44. Just His Usual Tuesday
“One more thing,” the doctor said, glancing at Misha’s pale, still form under the blankets.“What is it, doc?” James responded before I could. “His core temp’s dropped. He’s hypothermic.”James frowned. “The heater’s on.”“Won’t be enough if it keeps dipping,” the doctor said. “Fastest way to raise his temperature is body heat. Skin to skin.”She said it casually, like it was just another part of her job. Then her gaze slid pointedly to me.Before I could respond, James recoiled like she'd just told him to suck venom from a snake itself. “Hell no. Don’t look at me, I’m not gay.”The doctor rolled her eyes. “Didn’t ask you to be.”Skin to skin. That’s what she said. And suddenly, finally, I understood. That was what Misha meant. Right before he passed out.‘Strip,’ he’d said. I thought he was delirious. Dying. Making some dark jokes. But he was trying to save himself. Trying to tell me what wo
Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife 43. Late-Night House Call
“What do you mean by that?!” I nearly screamed, eyes wide, frantic, and barely keeping Misha steady in my lap. “He’s wounded and freezing to death. I won't let him die. He needs a damn doctor!”James shook his head, jaw clenched, blood soaking through the rag pressed to his side. “No hospital. Not an option.”Now, I knew for sure he'd lost his mind. “Misha’s barely conscious. He could have internal bleeding. He’s—he’s ice-cold, shaking—this isn’t something I can fix with a first-aid kit!”“Because, duh! They’ll see the bullet hole and we’re both screwed,” James muttered, taking a sharp turn. “Hospital’s out. But I’ve got a private doctor. Used to be licensed until she got caught doing lines in an on-call room. Now she runs quiet, no-questions gigs. One hell of a surgeon, though.”“What—”“Long story. Point is she’s fast, discreet, and already on her way. Won’t call the cops. Or the Vatican.”I looked down at Misha’s face. His ski
You may also like
The Biker’s Mafia Princess
Becca Lou310.3K viewsMy Forbidden Sin
Taevya98.3K viewsHis Purchased Wife
Elk Entertainment75.3K viewsHis Sweet Bella
BlueDreams500.3K viewsSold to a Ruthless Lord
Tarana999 viewsForgotten Vows
Leigh Ann Winters97 viewsThe Mafia's mistress (His temptation)
Lisa 468 viewsThe Mobster"s" obsession
Debora Abreu 1.4K views
