Todos os capítulos de Sins of the Vor’s Daughter : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

DanikaWe did not sleep.The hours before the gala stretched out in the dark suite like a held breath. Kazimir’s forehead stayed pressed to mine for a long time after he whispered that he had stopped wanting me dead the first time he saw me laugh. His cock was still inside me, softening, the wet mess of both of us leaking onto the floor. The tablet on the desk still glowed with three years of secret photos and the original hit he had placed himself. Rage and hurt and a fierce, unwilling tenderness sat tangled in my chest. I could not untangle them and I did not try.Eventually he pulled out and lifted me onto the bed. We lay there in the dark, skin against skin, and started planning in low voices because the alternative was drowning in everything that had just been said. Exit routes from the venue. Signal words if the sniper nest was still active. What to do if Ruslan’s team made it past the outer security. How long Maksim would need to clear a path to the river if everything went wro

DanikaThe compromised perimeter sat in my stomach like ice the entire walk into the venue.Kazimir’s hand stayed at the small of my back, open and possessive, guiding me through the metal detectors that no longer meant anything and past the smiling security that had already been bought or replaced. The air inside the gala was champagne and expensive perfume and the low thrum of an orchestra tuning. Crystal chandeliers threw warm light over men in black tie and women in silk. Waiters moved with trays of tall glasses. Laughter floated in soft waves. Underneath it all I could smell the blood waiting to spill.Kazimir never left my side.He stayed half a step behind me when my father introduced me to a string of Moscow contacts whose names I forgot the second they released my hand. He stayed close enough that his chest brushed my bare shoulder blades every time I turned. The open back of the gown left me exposed from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. Every time his fingers ski

DanikaWe ran.Kazimir’s blood left a dark trail on the concrete steps behind us. My torn gown slapped against my legs. The high slit had ripped all the way to my hip and the open back stuck to my skin with sweat and the smear of him I still carried from the car. Ruslan’s smile stayed burned into the back of my eyes—calm, wide, and fixed on me like the entire massacre was a show put on for his entertainment. The black van in the alley was still firing when Kazimir shoved me sideways through a service door and into a narrower corridor that smelled of bleach and dust.He did not slow down until we reached a plain metal door halfway along the hall. He shouldered it open, pushed me inside the dark storage room beyond, and locked it with a heavy bolt that slammed home like a gunshot. Shelves of paper towels and industrial soap lined the walls. A single emergency light over the door threw everything into harsh red shadow. The space was barely big enough for the two of us.Kazimir turned on

DanikaThe text sat on the screen like a loaded gun.Pretty show. The real gift is waiting at the estate.Kazimir locked the phone, wiped his blood-slick hand on his ruined shirt, and re-checked the pistol with sharp, efficient movements. The knife wound under his ribs was still bleeding freely. Every breath pulled the fabric tighter against it. My gown was little more than torn black silk held together by hope and the sticky smears of his blood and come. The storage room smelled of sex and metal and the sharp copper of the wound. Outside, the corridor had gone quiet again, but both of us knew the quiet would not last.He cracked the door, listened, then pulled me out behind him.We fought our way out of the venue through the service levels.The first man came around the corner near the laundry chute. Kazimir put two rounds into his chest before the shooter could raise his weapon. The second waited at the bottom of the stairwell that led to the rear loading dock. A blade flashed. Kazi

DanikaThe snow kept crunching.One set of boots. Then another. Then a third, fanning out around the small cabin like they already knew the exact layout of the only structure for half a kilometer. Kazimir’s arms were still locked around my back. His cock was still buried inside me to the hilt, twitching with the last aftershocks of his release. My forehead rested against the silver brand on his collarbone. The lantern light felt suddenly criminal. Every soft sound from outside landed like a countdown.He moved me behind him without pulling out.One second I was straddling his lap, full of him, the wet heat of both of us still joining us. The next second he had twisted, gun already in his hand, and shoved me down into the narrow space between the bed and the wall so his body became the only target between me and the door. The motion made him slide almost free of me and then sink deep again as he settled into the protective crouch. I bit back the sound that tried to leave my throat. His