Todos os capítulos de Sins of the Vor’s Daughter : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 38

DanikaI still had the drive in one hand and the note in the other when the door pushed open wider.Kazimir stepped inside and took both from me before I could move. His fingers closed around the black drive, eyes locked on mine, and he snapped it cleanly in half between his hands. The plastic cracked loud in the quiet suite. He dropped the pieces on the table without looking at them and crushed the larger half under the heel of his boot until the circuitry inside broke.He never looked away from my face.The act was pure dominance and pure protection at the same time. Someone had left that drive for me to open. He made sure I never would. Heat and anger and the leftover sting of the hallway rejection flared under my skin so fast I shoved him hard in the chest.He caught my wrists on the forward motion, turned us, and pinned both hands above my head against the wall beside the door. Not hard enough to bruise. Firm enough that I felt every bit of the strength he had held back since the

DanikaHe did not give me time to answer.The second the words left his mouth he hooked one arm under my bare thighs and lifted me clean off the wall. My legs locked around his waist on pure instinct. The hard, thick ridge of him pressed directly against my still-sensitive center through the fabric of his pants and a broken sound left my throat. He carried me the short distance to the bed like I weighed nothing and dropped me onto the mattress hard enough that my body bounced once. Then he was over me, knees bracketing my hips, dragging the last of my clothes the rest of the way off until I lay completely naked under him.He did not undress slowly. There was no careful reveal. He reached back and yanked his own shirt over his head in one motion, tossed it aside, then shoved his pants and underwear down just far enough for his cock to spring free. I only got a second to look before he was moving again, but that second burned itself into my mind. Thick. Long. Heavier than I had imagined

DanikaKazimir was gone from the bed before the door handle even turned.One second his heavy body was still covering mine, still buried inside me, the wet heat of his second release leaking out around his cock. The next second the mattress dipped and cold air rushed over my bare skin. By the time Yulia’s knuckles sounded again he had already vanished into the bathroom with his clothes. The sheet was the only thing left covering me.I sat up too fast. Pain flared deep between my legs and across every bruise his mouth and hands had left. I yanked the sheet higher over my breasts and called out in a voice that sounded nothing like my own.“One minute.”I scrambled for the discarded nightdress on the floor and pulled it over my head. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the dark fingerprints on my hips or the bite mark on my shoulder. I dragged a robe on over it and tied the belt tight. My thighs were still sticky. My hair was a mess. I looked exactly like what I was—a woman who had been

DanikaHe deleted the message in front of me.One second the words “The grandmother is moving pieces. Accelerate.” were glowing on the screen. The next second his thumb moved and the encrypted line vanished like it had never existed. He locked the phone and set it back on the nightstand without looking at me.“What does that mean,” I asked. My voice still sounded wrecked from the way he had edged me and then fucked me face-down.“Nothing you need to worry about.”“Bullshit.” I pushed up on my elbows. His come was still drying on my back. My throat still felt the ghost of his hand. “You just got a message about my grandmother and you deleted it like I am not sitting right here.”His jaw tightened. He reached for his pants and pulled them up, tucking himself away with sharp, efficient movements. The professional mask was already sliding back into place. That only made the anger in my chest burn hotter.“Kazimir.”“Drop it, Danika.”The use of my name landed like a door closing. I sat up