Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, New Adult, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Throne Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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“Rai?”

I gasp inaudibly at Vlad’s voice coming from behind us. He can’t see me like this. No one can. This is a sure way to destroy the image I’ve spent years building and sacrificing for.

And yet, I can’t, for the life of me, stop the storm that’s brewing in the distance. I can feel the air inside me changing, heating, prepping for the impact that will sweep me over and never let me go.

“Is everything all right?” Vlad’s voice gets nearer, which means he’s approaching us and won’t let this go.

He, of all people, knows I never allow anyone to carry me unless I’m ill or injured or something. Why has it become easy to let Kyle manhandle me this way? But I couldn’t put a halt to it even if I wanted to. My legs would fail me and my weakness would be visible for Vlad to see.

“Tell him to piss off,” Kyle murmurs.

“Shut up,” I hiss.

“Then maybe I should drop you right here and now so he can see how much of a slut his little mafia princess actually is.” His voice darkens with every word.

“K-Kyle…” My eyes widen as I shake my head. “D-don’t…”

“Add a please.”

“Please go fuck yourself,” I mutter.

“Not the right attitude when you need me.” He starts to release his hands from around me as the thing inside me increases its vibrations.

Shit. I’m going to orgasm.

I claw at his shirt with my nails so he doesn’t release me. “Don’t! Please, please.”

“Perfect. Now tell your knight in shining armor to—as I said earlier—piss. Off.”

“I-I’m fine, Vlad.” My voice trembles and I bite my lower lip to stop any other sounds from escaping.

“You don’t sound fine.” Vlad stops in my peripheral vision, and I hide in Kyle’s shirt. I would rather die than let Vlad see my face right now—a face even I wouldn’t recognize.

“She’s just a little unwell,” Kyle speaks in the welcoming tone that usually gets him what he wants. “I’ll take her to our room.”

Our room? When the hell did it become our room?

“Let me look at her.” Vlad steps in front of us.

“Why the fuck would you look at my wife?” All Kyle’s nonchalance vanishes. “She’s not the Rai you had free access to. She’s now bound to me, married to me, and took vows to be with me so keep your fucking eyes and hands off her.”

There’s a grunt from Vlad, but he steps aside. No one gets between a husband and his wife in the brotherhood. No one, not even the Pakhan himself. The relationship is even more sacred than the one we have among each other.

That’s why even Vlad doesn’t push it.

“I’m really f-fine, Vlad,” I repeat to reassure him without lifting my head.

By the time Kyle finally ascends the stairs, I can’t keep on trapping the violent sensation brewing inside me.

I tighten my hold around Kyle’s neck as I let the orgasm hit me. While the stimulation is mostly between my legs, my whole body clenches and I shake uncontrollably in Kyle’s hold.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Show me that abandonment face. Your real freedom.”

I lift my head to stare at his expression because, for some reason, it feels like he’s shed his mask.

Katia and Ruslan’s silhouettes in front of my room put a halt to my curiosity. They rush toward us—or me, to be more specific.

I hide my face in Kyle’s shirt so they don’t witness me like this. They will see me as weak, and weak people don’t survive in the Vory.

“Rai feels a bit unwell. I will put her to bed,” Kyle offers on my behalf, and I’m so thankful for it, even if he’s the reason I’m like this in the first place.

“Should we take her to the hospital?” Katia asks.

“I’ll bring the car.” Ruslan starts to leave.

“There’s no need.” Kyle motions at them. “You should go downstairs. She will call if she needs you.”

They appear hesitant, but after a small nod from me, they comply and head to the stairs.

He pushes the door to my room open, and I take a peek to make sure no one is inside. Sure enough, it’s empty.

My bedroom is simple. There’s a queen-sized bed, a console, and two doors aligned symmetrically. One leads to the bathroom, the other to my walk-in closet.

The balcony’s door is closed, as always. Dedushka taught me to be wary of snipers since I was little. That’s why every window in this house is made of bulletproof glass. It cost a fortune to set up, but when you live a dangerous life like ours, nothing can be taken for granted.

Dedushka shouldn’t have brought this killer who’s carrying me in his arms after he taught me to be cautious of them. It shouldn’t work that way.

Kyle places me on my feet to lock the door. I push away from him and brace myself against the wall for balance because, even now, the thing is still vibrating inside me, demanding more orgasms.


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