Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
It was becoming increasingly difficult to get Hammer and Sickle vodka past customs, but one look at the ravishing creature pinned beneath me, panting, and I knew it was worth it.
The next bottle that was spilled over this desk would be because I was drinking it from her skin.
I ran my hand down the curve of her spine and watched as she shifted into my touch, before I pushed my fingers into her beautiful chestnut locks and pulled back, bringing her up in an arch off the desk.
My hips pressed into her ass, pinning her against the desk as she let out a gasp. The tops of her cheeks were flushed. The beautiful blush ran down her neck and disappeared under the simple black scoop-neck shirt.
I just knew that it went all the way to her perfect pale pink nipples.
"Tell me the truth," I rumbled, challenging her. "Did you come here to berate me or fuck me?"
CHAPTER 18
ARTEM
"I—" She gasped as I reached around her, sliding my hand into the neck of her shirt and pinching her nipple. I already knew how sensitive they were, and I had no problem using her body against her.
It was only fair. My cock had been hard since she marched into my office.
"Tell me," I said as I placed a kiss on the crook of her neck, then a small bite, just to watch the goose bumps spread across the delicate flesh.
"I wanted to make you let me go," she said. "To prove I was more trouble than I was worth."
"You're a lot of trouble, princess. But your worth has yet to be determined." I ran my hand from her thigh to her ass. "And what do you want now?"
"I want to not want you," she said as my hand slipped around to her front and undid the button of her pants.
"That's probably true," I laughed, reaching into her panties and running the tip of my finger over her slit. "You're soaking wet."
"And you're hard." She pressed back into my cock like she needed to prove a point.
"I’ll ask again. Do you still want to berate me? Or would you rather I just fuck you?"
I let go of her hair, assuming she was finally going to behave.
"That's the difference between us. My body may respond to you, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to it."
She pushed me back and tried to make a run for it. It wasn't so easy with the silky material of her pants sliding down her legs and tangling at her feet, almost tripping her.
I grabbed her again by the hair, kicked off her pants, and slammed her against the wall.
"Stop fighting this."
"No," she said, and I crushed my lips to hers again, tasting her anger, her need.
I thrust my hand back in her panties, this time going straight for her clit. She bucked and swore, but I felt the truth and as I thrust my fingers deep inside her, that sweet cunt gripped me hard.
"Be a good girl. Stop fighting and beg for my cock, and I will consider letting you come before I fuck you. If you keep fighting, I'll just take your ass."
She froze. That got her attention.
"You wouldn't."
"I would, and I'll fucking love it." I pulled my fingers out and slid them further back, circling her tight little hole.
She whimpered but relaxed in my hold.
With one hand, I ripped off her panties, leaving the wet lace on the floor with her pants, and swung us back around to my desk, laying her on her back.
I thrust my fingers deep inside of her again, her inner walls clenching on them.
She was tight, too tight.
I didn't feel the resistance of her innocence, but it had clearly been a long time since she was with a man, and I would bet every ruble in my empire that man didn’t have any idea what he was doing.
I curled my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her that caused her back to arch and a strangled moan to escape her lips despite her best efforts to remain silent.
"All you have to do is beg for my cock," I said again, my voice rough with need as I twisted my wrist, working my fingers deeper. "Just get on your knees and beg me like a good girl and I'll make all your pretty dreams come—"
My words were cut off when her palm connected with my face again, the crack of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. The hit was surprisingly strong given how close we were, a burst of pain blooming across my cheek.
The heat of her handprint branded me. I knew there would be a livid red mark forming there.
"I'm not your whore," she spat, her eyes flashing with a fury so intense it was almost blinding.
Her chest heaved with exertion, the tops of her breasts flushed a delicate pink that I wanted to taste. She was beyond pissed, something daring dancing behind her eyes.