Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Did she really want to have sex with her husband? Her mind was so confused right now.
She tapped her finger on the counter and wondered how best to bring it up. How was a wife supposed to discuss sex? Was she supposed to ask for a schedule? Did he want her to perform her wifely duties? Did he have a mistress? Would he be faithful to her?
“Do you want to fuck?”
That sounded right and then Anastasia jerked up, as she suddenly realized the question was spoken aloud, and it was being asked of her.
She looked up at Bogdan and he stared right back at her. “What?”
“You heard me. Do you want to fuck?” he asked.
“You can’t just ask me that.”
He pointed the dessert fork at her. “Look me in the eye and tell me right now you’re not thinking about it.”
She licked her lips. Anastasia had never been a liar. She always prided herself on telling the truth. Her mother had adored that about her. Staring at Bogdan now, she didn’t feel quite so happy about it. She didn’t want to lie to him.
“How do you know what I’m feeling?”
“Your nipples are erect and it’s not cold. You’ve got a flush to your chest, and the way you’re looking at me, Anastasia, you look like you want me to take that decision right out of your hands.”
She swallowed. How did he know this?
Staring at him, she knew her move was the next one.
Putting her dessert fork down on her plate, she pushed out her chair and stood on two feet. What was she going to do? This was insane.
She rounded the counter, and in the back of her mind, she thought she was going to move past him, go upstairs to bed, and forget all about this. Only … she was attracted to her husband. The monstrous killer. The man everyone had nightmares about.
The sane part of her brain kept telling her she should run in the opposite direction. This was not a man to fool around with. This was not a man to play with, or be attracted to.
She heard the rumors and the gossip, and the truth was, she didn’t care. This man was hers.
So, she turned toward him and stepped close. Her heart raced, and she didn’t know if she was doing the right thing, but she didn’t care.
“Yes,” she said. “I want to fuck.”
And those words made her cheeks heat.
Bogdan stared at her for several seconds, and then he cupped her cheek. She didn’t flinch. She knew this man was not going to hurt her. He’d promised her he wouldn’t, and she believed him. He stroked her cheek, ran his thumb across her bottom lip, and then his fingers traced where her negligee fell on her body.
Bogdan pushed one strap down, and then the other. With a gentle push on her bodice, the whole negligee fell to her hips, and then another gentle push, and it was on the floor.
She was naked in front of her husband. There was a slight temptation to cover herself, but she stopped. She wore a flimsy pair of panties, and he took them off with a single squeeze of the fabric. Anastasia heard it tear, and then she was completely naked in front of him. She had no idea what to do.
Bogdan didn’t make her wait. She let out a gasp as he suddenly picked her up and landed her right on the counter. He must have already moved the cake, as she landed on the slightly cold surface. She held onto the edge and he pressed his hands against her thighs.
“Lie back,” he said.
There was nothing for her to do but exactly what he said, so she laid back. The cake was nowhere to be seen. The counter was not overly large, but it was enough to keep her body weight, and to stop her from being at an odd angle.
He pressed a hand to her stomach, holding her in place, and then he spread her legs wide. She let out a gasp, closing her eyes, as she felt his fingers touch her sex.
“You have such a pretty cunt, and do you know what I like about it?” he asked.
With his hands on her body, she was struggling to think. All she could do was feel, and what he was doing to her was driving her wild. She felt so wet, so … wanton. There was no focus in her mind.
“No,” she said.
She felt his lips brush against her pussy.
“That my cock is the only one this little pussy has seen,” he said.
Anastasia was not ready for what he did next, as he pressed his tongue against her clit and then plunged down.
Yes, he was the only man she had ever been with. The only man she intended to be with. She took her vows very seriously, and as he licked her pussy, she knew she had made the right decision. There was no other man she wanted.