Throne of Vengeance: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Throne Duet Book 2)

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by Rina Kent


  Wrenching my lips away, I whisper against her, “Tell me you want me.”

  “No.”

  “Rai…please.”

  She purses her lips before releasing them. “I’m not talking to you right now.”

  “But I want to talk to you. I want to touch you and make you forget. But if you don’t want it, I can go to another room.”

  “Don’t go,” she whispers, and before I can be relieved, she continues. “This is only because I feel weird due to the hormones. It means nothing. I don’t forgive you and I’m still not talking to you.”

  A muscle works in my jaw, but I bottle up my reaction for the dozenth time tonight. We’ll see if this means nothing.

  I trap her lower lip between my teeth as I pinch her nipple over the cloth. It hardens into a tight bud in no time, and Rai arches her back. Her pupils dilate and her arse grinds against my hard dick. I don’t know if it’s because of the hormones or what happened today, but the look of ecstasy on her face is like nothing I’ve seen before.

  Still clutching her by the jaw, I slide my other hand down her body until I find the hem of her nightgown. I bunch it up to her waist and part her legs enough to push the crown of my dick inside.

  “Fuck,” I groan against her mouth at the same time she gasps.

  Bloody fucking hell. This is not normal, after all.

  At first, I denied it because it didn’t make any sense, but now, it’s crystal clear. Being inside Rai is like finding home—which is bloody weird considering I’ve never had a home. And until her, I didn’t think I had the right to covet it.

  Now, I want it—need it—with everything in me.

  I let her legs trap me in as I slide in and out of her in a rhythm I’ve never tried before—slow, moderate and too fucking deep. I take my time rotating my hips, pulling out almost completely then thrusting back in. I tell myself it’s because I don’t want to hurt the baby, but soon after, the pace grabs and drags me under.

  My body has never been in synergy with hers as it is now. Rai holds her breath, then gasps, then holds her breath again. She has never been good at controlling her air intake whenever she’s turned on.

  I place two fingers in her mouth and open it, using the chance to glide them against her tongue. “Breathe, Princess. In. Out. That’s it.”

  Her eyes never leave mine as she follows my lead.

  I slide my fingers from her mouth and use them to part her arse cheeks. Rai gasps as I slowly push my middle finger inside. Her walls clench further around my dick as a moan rips from her throat.

  Holy fuck. I want to own every inch of her here and now, but she’s too damn tight.

  Still fucking her in the arse, I pick up my pace in her pussy, and she bucks off the bed, murmuring, “There…there…”

  “Here?” I rasp against her ear as I pull out then pound back in, hitting her sweet spot.

  She shudders and her legs tremble as she shatters all around me. Rai might act like she needs no one on the outside, but she always, without a doubt, comes undone around me.

  And in a way, she has the same effect on me. I’ve never wanted to own anyone as much as I crave her. I never thought about complete belonging before she came along. She’s the only one who drives me crazy day in and day out.

  I keep thrusting into her a few more times before my own orgasm sweeps me under. A groan spills from my lips as I empty myself inside her tight walls.

  Rai slowly closes her eyes, lips pursing. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close. My head rests in the crook of her neck and I nibble on the hickey I left there yesterday.

  She remains still for a minute and her breathing eventually goes back to normal.

  I think she’s fallen asleep, but then she whispers, “I’m going to abort the baby.”

  24

  Rai

  Kyle isn’t there when I wake up in the morning.

  In fact, he hasn’t been there since I said those words. He pulled out of me, and although he didn’t leave the bed, he didn’t hold me either.

  He was there in body, but not in soul. For the first time since we got married, he slept with enough distance between us that I shivered in the cold.

  And in a way, it felt like he disappeared again.

  I should’ve seen that coming when I said I’d get an abortion, but predicting something is entirely different from actually witnessing him withdraw from me. I guess a stupid part of me hoped he’d rectify his mistake by letting me have the final decision and actually respecting it.

  Instead, he didn’t talk to me, didn’t fight, and didn’t even make one of his distasteful passive-aggressive remarks. He just left as he usually does.

  I try to ignore the soreness between my legs as I get ready for my day. I shouldn’t have let him fuck me last night.

  I really, really shouldn’t have.

  But hearing his soothing voice and feeling his warmth at my back loosened me up. It’s the fucking hormones; I can feel them stealing my good judgment away and scattering it into the air.

  That’s why I said what I did right after we finished. I couldn’t just allow him to take everything from me without a fight. He wronged me. He put a baby in me without my permission, so fuck him and fuck the way he withdrew from me.

  Ruslan and Katia wait for me in front of my room, expressions concerned.

  “Did you even get any sleep?” I ask.

  Ruslan gives a sharp nod. “Yes, miss.”

  “No, you didn’t. Look at those bloodshot eyes.”

  “They will eventually go away.” Katia lowers her head. “We…we would’ve never been able to live with ourselves if something happened to you.”

  “If we were there, you wouldn’t have had to go through that, miss,” Ruslan agrees.

  “Hey, you two, I was the one who told you to make sure Asher and Gareth were safe. Okay?”

  “But—”

  “No buts, Katia. It already happened, and we don’t dwell on what’s happened, so we’ll just focus on the future.” I pat both of their shoulders. “I feel so much safer knowing you two have my back.”

  “Always,” both of them say, and I smile as the three of us descend the stairs.

  Peter, Kyle’s lonesome guard who’s usually lounging around the house, is stuffing his face with a muffin. He’s the most useless guard I’ve ever seen, and it’s not only because of his bleached hair and brow piercings. It’s that he truly lacks skills more than any guard I know, which makes me wonder why on earth Igor would recruit him. He talks back to Kyle all the time, which usually gets him smacked upside the head, and Kyle doesn’t take him on dangerous missions either, so he’s usually eating and being lazy.

  Since he’s here, Kyle could be around, too. My breathing shortens at the prospect of seeing him, and therefore talking to him. Considering everything that happened last night, it won’t be pretty.

  But I stand by my decision.

  “Katia, clear my schedule for the afternoon.”

  “Done, miss.”

  “Will you need the car?” Ruslan asks.

  “Yes.” If I’m going to get an abortion, I might as well rip off the Band-Aid sooner rather than later.

  I step inside the dining room for the usual morning meeting while inhaling deep. Who knows how the hell it will go with Kyle sitting right beside me…?

  My train of thought scatters when I don’t find him at the table. Everyone is here except for him and Adrian.

  “Rai,” Sergei urges when I remain rooted in place. “Come, sit. We were about to discuss the funds V Corp has been funneling into the brigades.”

  I force myself to stride to the seat and flop down beside Damien.

  He nudges me and lowers his voice so I’m the only one who can hear. “Better today?”

  “Yes,” I reply meekly.

  “The baby too?”

  “Yeah.” Apparently.

  “Pity. I thought you’d leave the bastard Kyle if there weren’t a baby.”

  “I can still leave
him even when a baby is involved.”

  “That’s my Rayenka. I vote for leaving him.”

  “Why are you so hell-bent on it?”

  “You’re matchmaking me with some Japanese girl who probably doesn’t drink vodka. If I’m going to be miserable, I need to recruit you to my club.” His brows rise. “How about an affair?”

  “Maybe if you’re the last man alive, Damien.”

  “I can make it happen,” he murmurs with complete seriousness, as if he really is contemplating the best way to do that.

  I shake my head, opting to not give him crazy ideas. More importantly, I’m in no frame of mind to focus on mundane conversations. My mood went from bad to horrible the moment I walked inside and didn’t find Kyle. Where the hell is he? And is he really going to let me abort without talking about it?

  The asshole’s lack of reaction pisses me off more than if he had one.

  Ruslan, who’s standing behind me, leans over to whisper in my ear, “Aleksander keeps staring at you, miss. You want me to put him in his place?”

  “No,” I murmur and smile up at Sasha, who discreetly smiles back.

  Kirill, on the other hand, glares at me as he readjusts his glasses. That manic look in his eyes can’t be good news. The bastard really doesn’t deserve Sasha by his side.

  I wonder if he knows she’s a woman. What am I saying? Of course he doesn’t. If he did, he would shoot her dead. Since deceit is his modus operandi, Kirill takes offense at anyone lying or deceiving him. Besides, a woman passing as a man is a direct insult to the Pakhan himself.

  Which is one more reason why I should bring her to my side.

  It’s a world ruled by men to the point that even female guards aren’t allowed. Dedushka made an exception for Katia because I put my foot down for her. Everyone except Ruslan still looks down on her, despite her top-notch skills. They do it behind my back, of course, because I would rip them a new one if they badmouthed her in my presence.

  During the meeting, we talk about the financing and that, due to the circumstances, I agree to release a higher percentage of V Corp’s net profit. But I dig my heels in until Sergei agrees that we’ll have a deadline for when the brigades will repay the money, something Kirill and especially Mikhail don’t like. Kirill disagrees because he hates to be told what to do by me—or anyone, basically, but Mikhail is in a dire situation. I’ve seen his brigade’s numbers, and they’re more than shit.

  After the meeting, I linger in the dining room after I find a text from my twin sister.

  Reina: I can’t believe you met Gareth and Asher, but not me. It’s been months since I last saw you, Rai. Should I apply for next year?

  I can almost hear the sarcasm and hurt in her tone.

  My chest feels stuffed as I stare at her tiny picture at the top of the chat. It’s one of her holding Gareth and laughing while Asher kisses her cheek.

  It’s so spontaneous and full of life, like everything about Reina. I miss her so much, now more than ever. I wish I could meet her even for a while and just…talk. I want to tell her about everything like we used to confide in each other when we were little.

  “Leave us. I need a word with Rai.” Kirill’s voice pulls me out of my reverie and I quickly hide my phone.

  I realize he’s speaking to Ruslan and Sasha since we’re the only four left here.

  Ruslan doesn’t move until I nod at him. Sasha hesitates, staring between me and Kirill, her lips parting in clear worry.

  “Boss—”

  “What part of fucking leave do you not understand?” He cuts her off without sparing her a glance.

  She jerks upright as if his command is a whip, then gives a sharp nod. Before moving, she chances one last unsure glance at me then slips out, closing the door behind her.

  Kirill and I sit across from each other. I want to break his glasses and jam them in his eyes for the way he yelled at Sasha, but I remain calm since he’s the type of freak who gets off on strong emotions.

  “I didn’t realize we were close enough to sit for tea after breakfast, Kirill.” I take a sip of my coffee while continuing to stare at him over the rim of my cup. I feel like I always need to watch the cunning fox to somehow grasp him.

  “We’re not. Fortunately.”

  “Fortunately. So to what do I owe this honorable meeting?”

  “I’ve been wondering.”

  “About?”

  “When are you going to tell Sergei and the others about what you saw?”

  “What I saw?”

  “In the club. You remember now, don’t you?”

  I never forgot, idiot.

  “Oh, you mean your sexual preferences? I told you, I don’t want to use that against you unless you force my hand.”

  “I’m forcing your hand, then. Tell them.”

  “Why would you want me to tell them?” It doesn’t make any sense for him to dig his own grave.

  “Don’t you want to destroy me? You have your chance, so fucking seize it.”

  “No.” I was serious when I told Sasha I would rather never threaten him with that part of his life. Being gay is like being a woman in this world—though I suspect he’s bisexual. Point is, they’re an oppressed minority within any crime organization. Despite all his accomplishments for the Bratva, if this gets out, Kirill and his family would completely lose favor for something that shouldn’t be treated any differently than normal.

  “I said. Do. It.”

  “No, Kirill. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “If you don’t, I’ll kill your sister.”

  I freeze, but keep my expression neutral. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Reina Ellis. Though, she’s Reina Carson now, yes?”

  I choke on the coffee, splatters covering the table. “How…”

  “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about her with you holding something over my head? You hid her well, but I have my ways.”

  “Kirill,” I warn.

  “She’s been married to her childhood sweetheart for seven years now, right? He’s a lawyer and works for his father’s firm. They also have a beautiful little boy who was named after your father. Should I start with the child first? Would that give you a good enough incentive?”

  I spring to my feet, pulling my gun from my bag, and point it at his head. “I’ll spill your brains here and now.”

  “Kill me and an unfortunate gas accident will blow up their house. And since it’s the weekend, they’re all home today. Can you picture the headlines talking about the tragic event?”

  My hand shakes as the reality of what will happen to Reina slams into me. Kirill wouldn’t hesitate to do it. He has a fucking talent for disguising every murder as an accident.

  My worst nightmare is a reality. Everything I did to protect Reina from my life is biting me in the ass. Out of all people, it had to be Kirill.

  “What the hell do you want?” I bite out.

  “I’ll pretend I know nothing about Reina’s existence if you tell the brotherhood about me.”

  “Why don’t you come out yourself?”

  “That’s none of your fucking business. Just do as you’re told.” He stands up and buttons his jacket, uncaring about the gun that’s still pointed at him. “You have a day before the bomb goes off.”

  As soon as he leaves, my hand with the gun falls to my side. The only thought in my head is that of the sister who’s the spitting image of me.

  Reina.

  I need to save Reina.

  25

  Rai

  I’m asphyxiating on air by the time I reach Rei’s house.

  The architecture is modern and the building is two stories with an attic. At least they were mindful of security since they chose a property that’s surrounded by tall, solid walls. Even their garage is inside the wall.

  And when I say they were mindful of security, I meant I convinced them to buy something like this, because even seven years ago, I was sort of prepared for something
like this to happen.

  It’s the second time I’ve been here. It should be weird that I’m visiting my sister’s house for only the second time since she got married seven years ago, but for me, it was a perfectly normal decision.

  I didn’t want to come before in case Kirill, Damien, or Mikhail had someone following me around. I didn’t trust that they wouldn’t find and hurt her.

  But now, it’s over. Now, Kirill knows, and he won’t stop until I either fulfill his callous demands or he hurts my sister.

  The sister I promised Mom I would protect with my life if I had to. Reina is the last connection I have to Mom and Dad. She’s one of the few people who make me feel as if I have a purpose in life.

  Ruslan and Katia stand on either side of me as I hit the doorbell. Everything I did to protect her and her family doesn’t matter now that Kirill is on the hunt for their lives.

  I need to get them out of here, send them somewhere and—

  The door opens, my mouth agape with it. The person standing in front of me is the last one I expected to find here.

  Kyle.

  What the…

  He’s nonchalantly carrying little Gareth on his shoulders. My nephew giggles, showing his missing teeth as he runs his toy car through my husband’s hair.

  “What…what are you doing here?” I sound as confused as I feel.

  “I’m paying Reina and Asher a visit.” His expression is as blank as his voice.

  Why do I hate that so much? Kyle might have been away before, but whenever he’s with me, I’m always the only one on his mind.

  Ever since yesterday, I feel like he’s slipping from between my fingers and, eventually, he’ll disappear all over again.

  “Auntie!” Gareth exclaims, waving his toy in the air.

  “Hey, baby boy.” I try to take him from Kyle’s hold, but he lifts his shoulders and holds on to Kyle’s neck.

  “You know me now, Auntie?” he pouts.

  “I do. I’m so sorry for yesterday, Gareth. I was tired and thought you were someone else.”

  “It’s okay. Mommy said aunties forget sometimes.”

 

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