All Chapters of The Price of Bought Passion : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Want me. Say you want me,” the scoundrel orders, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him, while he begins to slowly push in, but not enough. My lower belly was twisted so tightly with desire that it almost hurt, and the fact that he wouldn’t give me what I craved made me want to cry.“N–no,” I stubbornly deny, unable to force the words out, and Kirill’s devilishly perfect smile spreads with triumphant amusement.“Liar. You’ve already soaked the whole table with your sweetness, and still you resist. You’re lucky I’m on the edge myself—otherwise I’d punish you for being so disobedient,” he whispers against my lips and gives them a light bite.A confident push slid along my sensetive walls, expanding me from the inside, and a sob escaped my lips. Kirill caught that moan with his lips, crashing onto them like a sweeping storm.It took me a moment to realize that no one was holding my hands anymore, but by then I could hardly stop myself or pull away. I had remembered our intimacy s

One day, my father’s assistant called me and said things were really bad. He was getting dead drunk every single day and had completely abandoned his company. It was good that everything had been set up so steadily and worked like clockwork, but a firm needs a leader — and the first problems had already begun to appear because there was no one in charge. So we headed to Kyiv to see our father.What we saw shocked us. Oleg Alekseevich Yartsev — once an influential, proud, authoritative man — was clearly not himself. Sunken shoulders, a dull gaze, and complete neglect of personal hygiene struck us immediately. He reeked of alcohol, and the emptiness in his eyes was downright frightening.We sobered him up and dragged him out of that state for quite a long time. He yelled at us, snapped, disowned us with words, and was rude.I knew it was grief talking through him, and that deep down he didn’t mean it. But his words got to Nazar badly, and my brother was furious — though he still stayed

“You’re capable of more,” I say, sipping the juice they brought me and smiling slightly, looking at him mockingly. It was hard to hide the disappointment in my voice. But instead of showing any outrage or even the slightest sign of displeasure at me not speaking highly enough of his creation, Nazar just snorted in a way that sounded… confirming, as if he even partially agreed with me.“Maybe,” my brother sighs heavily, as if giving up. “It’s only recently started running, it brings in very good profit, but there are screwups. One of those happened today. And it’s very convenient that you ended up here today of all days. Because only you can help me.”I saw that cunning look in his green eyes, but I was still curious. No matter how we treat each other or where we are, it’s our habit to cover each other’s asses in tough situations. Brothers, after all. And he knows that perfectly well.“So how exactly can I help?” I ask.“Well, basically…” Nazar begins awkwardly. “In the beginning, it w

I couldn’t sit anymore. My fingers itched with the urge to touch that silky skin. I grabbed her into my arms and pulled her against my hard-on so she would understand exactly what effect she had on me.She swallowed hard, and I saw the mist of desire in her eyes. Her small, natural lips parted, and her heart hammered out a heavy rhythm together with mine. She was so beautiful right now that I was already sure I wouldn’t be able to stop.“Listen, sweetheart, I should confess that my name is Kirill…”“I don’t care,” the cheeky girl cuts me off when I decide to clarify who I am. “Even if you're the Pope. How about we stop yapping and get to it?”“And you won’t regret it? I feel like you’re not the type who just jumps into bed with a stranger,” she was nervous — I could see that. It wasn’t hard to tell that this behavior wasn’t really natural for her, but I also saw she herself was already at the limit of her own game.“I won’t. Sometimes you need to be a bad girl.”From the thought of ex

Going down to my car, I drive to my apartment—the one I lived in back in Kremenchuk before moving to Kyiv. The place greets me with cold, soulless walls, even though the renovations are top-tier.For the first time in thirty‑one years, I actually thought about loneliness, but quickly pushed those thoughts away. I have everything—why the hell should I feel sad? Money, business, cars, women, and I’m not exactly bad‑looking. However, when I look into my bar, I pull out a bottle of tequila, having already ordered food delivery.I throw myself into the armchair, take a heavy swig straight from the bottle, and close my eyes. Immediately I see the girl’s slim silhouette, her soft light‑brown hair, those bottomless blue eyes, and I can almost smell that pleasant lavender scent.Damn it! She really did burn herself into my memory! Every breath, every gasp and moan—I still hear them, and her delicate body practically stands before my eyes.Why did she do that? Why give me something that’s usual