Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
With us.
“I don’t even fucking remember,” he said, his voice low and raspy. It sent shivers down my spine, and my cock jerked in my cotton briefs. The thing about Ivan was that he never forgot anything. Him saying he’d forgotten only meant that whatever he’d come in here for no longer mattered. What did seem to matter to him was that I was half naked, and he wanted me.
I wasn’t sure if I’d have the willpower to stop him. Wasn’t sure if I wanted to, even though I knew I needed to.
“Don’t lie to me,” I growled, taking a step back when he took one forward. He was no longer chilled and laid back like he’d been when he’d barged through my bedroom door. Now, he was every bit the predator I knew him to be. His moves were decidedly calculated, his green eyes laser-focused on me.
“I didn’t forget,” he agreed, “but what I came here for can wait.” I sucked in a startled breath when my back hit the wall next to the fireplace. My stomach muscles quivered, and warmth pooled low in my gut. Bracing one hand on the wall next to my head, the side closest to the fireplace, he leaned into me all while his other finger dipped just far enough beneath the edge of my briefs to be a tease.
My cock wept.
Fuck, I should have pushed him away. Told him to fuck off. Got angry. Something. But all I seemed capable of was staring at him, watching as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, dragging the blunt edge along the soft flesh until he released it, giving his mouth a pouty look that had me fucking salivating.
What would it feel like to kiss him? To just slant my head and press my mouth to his? Would he open for me? Would he let me control the kiss? Or would he immediately take over and dominate me?
And why did I, a man who had always topped and always been a Dom, suddenly want to become submissive to him? To a man I’d always hated? To a man that made me lose myself in my darker urges with just one flick of his green eyes in my direction?
“Stop thinking so fucking much, kotik,” Ivan growled right before he pressed his mouth to mine.
The moment our lips touched, everything ceased to exist but him. A soft moan crawled its way up my throat as Ivan took my lips in a vicious, brutal kiss, wreaking havoc on my senses and already making me fucking delirious for him. When his hand shoved my briefs down, freeing my cock, and then his fist wrapped around me, my mouth opened on a gasp.
Ivan took full advantage of my parted lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he began to toy with the tip of my cock, swiping his thumb over the slit and smearing my precum around. When he dug his thumbnail into the tiny opening, I choked, my eyes rolling back in my head all while I rolled my hips forward, desperate for him to touch me some more.
“You’re so damn greedy for it,” Ivan rasped into my mouth. “I knew you would be. Knew it wouldn’t take much to make you break for me.” He trailed hot, wet kisses along my jaw as he released my dick. But then, he was rolling my balls into his rough hand, and I swear to fuck, I whimpered. “God, that sound is so hot,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning the shell of my ear. “Wonder what other sounds I can get you to make.”
And then, he was dropping to his knees in front of me. I was barely even conscious of what he was doing before his lips wrapped around my cock, and he swallowed me down to the back of his throat.
My surprised cry shattered the air, and my head thunked back against the wall. I couldn’t fucking breathe. My lungs weren’t working. But goddammit, I couldn’t bring myself to care. His mouth was warm and wet, and I was so fucking gone over the wet suction of his mouth and the way his tongue worked the underside of my cock.
My hips spasmed when Ivan’s throat contracted around me, and he sucked hard. Almost like he was trying to suck my soul from my body. My thighs tightened, and my stomach muscles clenched. I wasn’t going to last. His mouth felt too fucking good, and I’d gone days being tortured by how attentive and kind he’d been while I’d been ill and barely able to take care of myself.
“I’m going to come,” I choked out, my heart slamming against my chest bone. My fingers slid into his hair, messing up the dark curls, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My fingers clenched around the strands, and I shuddered. When he moaned around me, the sound vibrating all the way down to my balls, that was it.