Fredrick_Udele

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss—
and I’m stuck in a house with him…
Until one of us cracks.

I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth.
But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive.
So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control.

Not that he cares.
As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom.
And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either.

Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal.
Live in my mansion…
Care for my baby…
Or suffer the consequences.

But he’s not the only one with an agenda.
Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out.
He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past.

The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get.
Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks.
Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner.

Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

Whiskey Poison

The feeling I've been chasing fizzles out, and I whip around, my face knit into frustration. "What are you doing?" I practically scream.


Timofey wipes his mouth with his forearm. Even though it's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, I still hate him right now.


With a rough twist, he forces me to turn around and then pins my back against his chest with the band of his arm. "Whatever the fuck I want to do," he hisses in my ear.


His other hand slides up my stomach and cups my breasts. His fingers tweak my nipple, rolling and pinching until it's taut and sensitive. I lean back into him as his other hand rises up to hold me, too. He's palming me and grinding himself into my ass.


Timofey's heavy breathing against my neck is hot. Knowing that he's like that because of me is intoxicating. It's maddening.


Pretty soon, I can't resist. I reach around and slide my hand beneath the waist of his briefs.


CHAPTER 62