Blood always leaves the brightest stains where the snow falls.Fresh out of lockup, Kazimir Markovic is focused on two things only—having Violet Gallucci back at his side, and putting his father in the ground. With his plans already in motion the very second he’s free, Kaz goes after what’s most important. Violet first. Vasily second.
The Russians are out for blood.
The Italians want their blood back.
It’s only a matter of time before someone comes for Kaz and Violet—hiding was never in their plans. And they’ve been waiting for this …
The game they’re playing is dangerous.
Someone always has to lose.
From authors London Miller (Den of Mercenaries) and Bethany-Kris (The Chicago War) comes the second installment in the Seasons of Betrayal series that has readers calling it “A modern day Romeo and Juliet.”
Kaz watched as Violet brushed by him, but instead of heading up to their bedroom, she went to the living room. One delicate hand held the wine glass, but his gaze had strayed down from it to the curve of her hip, swaying just enough to get his attention every time.
His thoughts should have been on Vasily or even Alberto since he had been bold enough to send his men in Boykov territory, but the second his gaze strayed to the bare skin of her midsection where her shirt didn’t quite cover, he didn’t want to think of anything else but her.
Pushing off the wall, Kaz crossed the floor in a few long strides, catching her around the waist before she could sit. Instead, he drew her down over the top of him, her legs on either side of him. Plucking the glass from her hand, he set it on the floor beside them.
It still baffled him sometimes … the way he felt when his name fell from her lips. Maybe because, even when it was innocent, he could still hear the way she moaned it when he was fucking her.
He lived for that sound, and though it had only been days, he already missed the sound of it.
Before she could finish whatever she thought to say, his fingers had drifted from her waist until they spanned out over her throat.
And there it was …
That slight hitch in her breath as he pressed just a bit harder. The way her lips parted …
Outside their bedroom, she was fragile to him, someone he wanted to protect, but here, when he had her beneath his hands, he wanted to see how much she could take before she broke.
Pulling her toward him, he didn’t kiss her lips but ran his lips along her jaw, feeling her skin heat up as he bit at the cord in her neck. She arched into him, but he held her exactly how he wanted, dragging the straps of her top and bra off her shoulder and pushing the material down until he could get her breast in his hand, her nipple between his fingers as he squeezed.
A sharp, needy sound tore from her, her hips grinding further into his erection. He could practically feel how hot her pussy was beneath those shorts she wore, and he was dangerously close to ripping the fucking things off just so he could get in there, but he reined it in, contented with the process.
Releasing his hold on her, he drew back just far enough to drag the shirt over her head and unsnap her bra. His hands full, he didn’t hesitate to kiss her now. Even as he drew her bottom lip into his mouth, pulling at it, the answering whine made his dick ache.
One hand curled around her neck to keep her in place as his other pushed its way into her panties and down to her begging, slippery flesh.
Fuck, she was already shaking, and he hadn’t even touched her properly. How easy it would be to get her off right then …
“Do you want to come, krasivaya?” He asked the question against her mouth, her lips parting with a gasp. She was trying to concentrate, he knew, seeking out his fingers to give her more, but he didn’t give in. Not yet. “I need an answer.”
Violet nodded, but as quickly as she did, she answered him with a quick yes, knowing his rule on needing to hear her.
“Then do something for me, hmm?”
“Get on your knees.”
About The Authors
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series. She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.
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