Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Did I interrupt something?” I ask softly, nodding toward the bed.
She doesn’t answer, but she definitely doesn’t deny it. Flushed cheeks and disheveled hair say everything. I push off the doorframe and step inside slowly. She retreats a single pace but doesn’t stop me.
“You won’t need that much longer,” I say, my voice dropping to a velvet growl. “I told you I always leave my women satisfied. Tonight I’m here to prove it.”
Her breath catches, and her body melts as if she’s already poised. The robe parts just enough to reveal a strip of her thigh, lace peeking beneath. Her pale skin blooms rosy, as though it burns under my gaze. I want to explore every inch, press every button that makes her come undone.
Her breathing turns fast and shallow. When I take a slow sidestep, she stays rooted, watching me with a mix of fire, fear, and something even hotter glittering in her eyes.
I lean in close, close enough to let my breath kiss her ear. “Get on the bed,” I say, my voice quiet but firm. “And spread your legs.”
She shudders and we circle in a silent dance until she’s flat on the mattress, legs splayed, eyes half closed. I lean over to snag the vibrator from beneath the sheets, and that’s when the alcohol on her breath hits me.
Maybe her compliance comes from pure need, but after our texts and her total lack of protest, I’m starting to realize she’s drunk. I won’t take advantage of her, yet that doesn’t mean I won’t help finish the quest she started.
“Let’s get something straight,” I say. “When you’re my wife, and you will be, I’ll give you unimaginable pleasure. You think you can crawl under my skin and shove me away, but it won’t work. You’re already there, Katya.”
She shivers when I say her name, arching toward the purple toy I’m dangling an inch from where she needs it.
“And one day, I’ll be under your skin. And you’ll be begging for this every single night.”
She moans and cups her bra-clad breasts, ratcheting my desire even higher. I’m not sure she even realizes she’s doing it. She’s wound tight and desperate for release. Who am I to deny her?
“When I make you come, you won’t be able to get enough of me.”
She opens her eyes, fury sparking. “I don’t want you,” she says, the protest half-hearted. “I never will.”
“Not yet,” I tease, switching on the vibrator and pressing it ever so gently against her clit.
Her body jolts, a raw scream tearing from her throat. For a second I think she might climax right there. She likes the dirty talk and the control I have over her. I ease back, teasing her, and she whimpers.
“I could erase every reason you’ve given yourself to hate me,” I say, gaze locked on hers. “I can make you forget your name. And when you’re mine, you’ll forget this flimsy little toy even exists.”
The moment the toy touches her again, her back arches and deliciously dirty words spill from her lips.
“Fuck,” she moans. “Don’t stop!”
I love the way she writhes and moans, but I’m all too aware she isn’t fully in her senses. Hell, neither am I, and I haven’t had a drop tonight. My cock painfully throbs against my zipper, yet tonight isn’t for me. She needs to feel exactly what she claims to despise. This teasing, testing game is meant to drive her crazy, make her burn for me until her whole body is on fire.
I keep my eyes locked on her face, studying every reaction. I don’t need to touch her with my hands tonight. I won’t until she’s sober. Not until she can give full, enthusiastic consent. Having her this way feels like cheating.
But the sight of her squirming beneath the toy, thighs quaking, breath stuttering with each pass, brands itself on my brain. The minute I get home, I’ll picture her exactly like this while I chase my own release. I’ll remember the sound of her juices squelching against the vibrator and imagine those same sounds as I imagine myself fucking her as deep as I can go.
Her hips roll, and I use the toy to nudge her panties aside before sliding it inside. She lifts into the touch, her whole body moving with abandon. She bites her lip and pinches her hard nipples, breathing in short, sensual gasps that make me painfully hard. I wish I could record those sounds and play them back like a lullaby. There will be time for that soon. This moment only confirms how much I need her.
It takes almost no time for her muscles to tense, the telltale signs of orgasm rippling through her. I smirk, proud I’m the one to push her over, but what spills from her lips as she falls apart nearly finishes me.