Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Maybe she should be ashamed of that truth.
His other hand slid up the back of her thigh, pushing her legs wider, and squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks. He kissed one and then the other, his tongue sliding over her skin in lazy circles as he worked her pussy with his fingers. “Tell me something, moya koroleva. Have you ever had a man here?” He traced a finger down the seam of her body.
She froze, trying to think past the pleasure he dealt her in waves. “That’s a sexist fucking question.”
His chuckle didn’t do a damn thing to help her string two thoughts together. “My mistake. Have you had a man or woman here?” He exerted the slightest pressure against her ass, not quite pushing his finger inside, but definitely testing her.
She jerked forward, which only served to shove his fingers deeper inside of her. Keira gripped the table and moaned. “You’re such a dick.”
“Nyet. I’m asking a perfectly simple question.” He nipped the upper curve of her ass. “Though I believe I have my answer.”
She was far from a virgin, but that didn’t stop a flicker of fear from starting in her chest. “Dima, I—”
“Relax.” He gave her ass one last squeeze and stroked his hand down her other leg, widening her stance further. He pushed a third finger into her, never picking up his tempo, the slow stroke of ownership turning her on far more than it had a right to. “Whatever you think of me, I won’t take your ass for the first time while bending you over our dinner table.”
She tried to pick apart that statement. “Does that mean you fully intend on taking my ass in this position sometime in the future?”
His dark chuckle did nothing to calm her racing heartbeat. “Only if you ask me to.”
Though she was tempted to tell him that would never happen, Keira wasn’t anywhere near as confident of that fact as she’d like to be. She leaned over fully, bracing her forearms on the table. “I like the idea of you fucking me here, Dima. Right now.”
“When I’m ready. Not before.” His mouth closed around her clit and she moaned, grinding against his face. Dmitri sucked her gently, just as slowly and thoroughly as he’d been fucking her with his fingers.
She gripped the table so tightly, her knuckles went white. There would be no demands this time. She was at his mercy the same way he’d been at hers. All she could do was hang on for the ride.
Except Keira had never been that good at being passive.
She moaned, fighting to get the words out. “Dima, please. I want you inside me when I come.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Impossible for Dmitri to deny Keira when she kept requesting things he fucking needed. Fuck her mouth. Lick her. Kiss her. Have her coming on his cock instead of his tongue. Sheer habit had him wanting to deny her that if only to maintain control of the situation, but the truth was that he’d lost control the second her knees hit the floor.
He’d damn them both to give her whatever she asked of him, though he wasn’t about to give her that ammunition on his own.
He ran his hand up her spine as he shucked off his slacks. The picture she presented, bent over the table they’d just had a meal on, her ass tipped up in offering, her pale skin flushed with desire…
“I would have this as a picture, moya koroleva.”
She shivered beneath his palm. “Then take it.”
He scooped up his phone and dropped into the chair he’d sat in while she sucked his cock. From this angle, he could just see her pussy glistening. Dmitri snapped a picture and took several precious seconds to ensure it was in a private album that couldn’t be accessed without a password. She’d given him her trust in allowing this, and even if his phone rarely left his sight, he refused to betray her, even inadvertently.
As he stood, she shot him a look over her shoulder. “Dirty pictures get you off.”
“You get me off.” It was nothing more than the truth, but the way her eyes went wide made it feel like a confession. “Short of chaining you to my side, there will be times when I want you and you aren’t available.” He stepped behind her and bent over her body, pressing his chest to her back. “When that happens, I’ll look at that picture, and I’ll fuck my fist while imagining it’s you.”
“Mmm.” She pushed her hips back against him. “If that’s what does it for you, when you’ve been a particularly good gentleman-murderer, I’ll send you something special to add to your collection.”
“Cruel and unusual punishment to tease me when I can’t touch you.”
Another roll of her hips. “You can touch me now, Dima. Don’t make me wait any more.”