Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
"Put me down," I said, fighting his hold.
It was no use.
His arms were like iron bars around my legs and my torso. Not that I had the strength to fight him off, anyway.
I was still so tired, my limbs so heavy.
That didn’t mean I was going to let him win. Even if it was completely futile, I would always fight.
He carried me into the bathroom, then locked the door behind us.
Still without a single word, he set me down on the edge of the counter and retrieved a box of waterproof bandages, changing out the one at my temple before moving over to the shower and starting it. Hot water sprayed from the overhead rainfall showerhead, filling the room with steam in seconds.
"Get out of those clothes," he ordered, and I had to suppress a shiver running through my body. I hated how much I loved the strength in his voice. Every word out of his mouth was not up for argument, spoken like just because he willed it, it became law.
He was the type of man that the world obeyed. I wanted to obey his command. Not just because my clothes were filthy, caked with dried blood and sweat. I wanted to please him, to bow to his whims and make him proud.
Why did it have to be like this?
If he wasn’t my enemy, then those words out of his mouth would have set my body on fire. I would have craved them, maybe even begged for them.
For a woman in my position, having a man that I could show weakness to was a luxury that I could not afford. Least of all with a fucking Ivanov.
"Sure, just as soon as you leave," I said, ignoring my hormones and instead relying on logic. I was pretty impressed with myself. The temptation to give in to him was overwhelming, but I held strong.
I wasn’t going to be able to take much more.
"I’m not going anywhere, printsessa." His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms and stared at me, the challenge clear.
I glared right back at him. "I’m not going to just let you watch me shower."
The corner of Roman’s lips turned up in a curl as he kicked off his boots. "Do I look like the kind of man who only likes to watch?”
CHAPTER 16
ROMAN
Even in this, she fought me.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When she didn’t move, didn’t obey, I changed my tactics.
I could’ve just ripped her clothes from her body and tossed her into the shower. Perhaps I would’ve, under different circumstances.
Instead, I played dirty.
She enjoyed pretending that she didn’t want me.
Too bad for her.
She had a shit poker face. Her body revealed her desire at every single turn.
That was an advantage I intended to press.
“It’s not happening,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Ignoring her refusal, I pulled my cotton T-shirt off and threw it in the direction of the hamper. She turned her head, but she was watching me out of the corner of her eye.
My fingers toyed with my belt, slow and deliberate. I wanted her to remember what I could do with it—how I could own her with nothing more than leather and desire. She remembered. It was obvious in the way her thighs pressed together and her body tensed as I pulled the belt free from the loops.
She remembered what it was like for me to wrap this belt around her throat. How her body responded when I used it as a collar and a leash to bend her to my will.
I bet her pussy was already wet for me.
I was going to bend her to my will again, but I wasn’t going to need the belt. Not this time.
I dropped it to the side and undid the button of my trousers.
She didn’t pretend she wasn’t watching me anymore. Instead, she faced me, her eyes on me, but her expression was practiced indifference.
It should’ve worked.
It would have wounded my ego, if her breath hadn’t hitched, if her eyes hadn’t widened, if her lips hadn’t parted so subtly.
Her mask was a flimsy veil.
I dropped my pants, and her breath caught. That blush wasn’t from embarrassment. It was arousal. Her nipples told the truth, poking against her thin shirt like they needed my mouth. Her fingers dug into the counter like it was the only thing anchoring her to earth.
My boxers went next.
She tried so hard to keep her eyes on mine.
I liked that she even fought herself almost as much as she fought me.
"Your turn, printsessa," I said, my voice low and dangerous.
“No.” Her eyes trailed down my body. I could feel them on me, working slowly down my chest to my abs and finally landing on my hard cock.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in front of you.”
I nodded, pretending to consider what she said.