Devious Intentions (The Bobrov Bratva Book 3) by Shandi Boyes

Author:Shandi Boyes [Boyes, Shandi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skye High Publishing
Published: 2023-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

17

YEV

The first two days of sobriety were fucking rough, but today is by far the worst. I’m shaking so much I can barely stand. I woke up coated in sweat, and my mood is woeful, yet not once have I considered going back on the decision I made in the wee hours of Saturday morning.

A man would give up far more than an addiction for a woman like Polina, so despite a jackhammer pounding my temples and my stomach’s constant churning, I’ll suck it up and not look at the toilet in wonder.

Polina ensured not an ounce of powder missed the bowl.

My stash is gone, and I don’t have the means to replace it.

I wouldn’t even if I could. Not if it would steal from me the visual slowly pulling me out of the trenches two restless nights forced me in. Polina is standing outside the steam-coated shower door, shredding her clothes and leaving them where they fall.

Once she is as naked as the day she was born, she pulls open the shower door, then bobs under the arm keeping me upright.

“Good morning.” She breathes heavily on my chest before pressing her lips to the edge of my jaw. “Sorry I wasn’t in bed when you woke. I had to make some calls.” When she realizes not all the wetness shimmering on my skin is from the water pumping out of the showerhead, her eyes snap up to mine. “Are you okay?”

Instantly, I regret the jerking movement of my chin.

It doubles the swirls of my stomach and has me on the verge of vomiting so notably even Polina prepares to dodge the deluge. She leans to the side before asking, “What do you need?” Her tone is sincere since she’s confident we avoided disaster with a handful of swallows. We weren’t so lucky only yesterday. “I am here for whatever you need.”

Stubborn and feeling like an idiot who can’t handle a bit of withdrawal symptoms, I mutter, “Nothing. I’m good.” I’ve said the same thing the past seventy-two hours because as much as I am grateful for her help, my fuckup isn’t her responsibility. I just need to get over this last hurdle, and I’ll be good.

I hope.

“You don’t look good, Yev.” When I give Polina a look as if to say thanks for the praise, she smiles. “What? It’s the truth. You look like shit.”

Her smile grows when she spots my lips twitching to break into a grin. I’m not as moody when drugs aren’t running through my veins. Don’t ask me if that is a good or bad thing. I won’t be able to answer correctly just yet.

“But I think I know a way I can make you feel better.” Some of the pounding in my head lowers several inches before intensifying when she circles my cock with her hand and strokes it until there’s no doubt my focus will never return to my old crutch. “We’re through the worst of it, so now we just need to steal the focus off one pounding head by forcing it to another aching body part.

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