Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
The restaurant is still bustling around us, waiters weaving through tables, the smell of expensive food lingering in the air. Yet it all fades into the background. We’re in our own little world, on the verge of something inevitable.
I throw down the cash for the bill, rising from my seat. She doesn’t hesitate to follow.
As we step outside, the cool night air does nothing to dull the heat between us.
We linger outside, neither of us making a move to leave. The sounds of the city filter around us, but all I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears.
I watch her lips as she makes some comment about the night, but I don’t really hear her. My entire focus narrows to one singular thought. I need to taste her. Now.
I grab her hand and pull her with me. She gasps but doesn’t resist. Her fingers curl around mine as I lead her down a shadowed alleyway, my steps quick and purposeful.
The moment we’re hidden from view, I turn, pressing her back against the cool brick wall. Her breath stutters, her green eyes wide, locked onto mine.
“Sergei—”
I don’t let her finish. I close the distance, my mouth crashing into hers with desperate hunger. Fireworks detonate behind my eyes.
She moans against my lips, her fingers twisting in my shirt, pulling me closer, needing more. I growl, deep in my throat, dragging my lips down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
She shivers, arching into me.
“I want every inch of you,” I murmur against her skin.
She tilts her head, breathing unevenly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then take me.”
I grip her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, malyshka.”
Her eyes flash with challenge. “Then show me.”
And just like that, my control shatters.
3
NICOLE
The second the door clicks shut, Sergei grabs me, spins me around, and presses me against the wall, his body searing into mine. I barely have time to think before he captures my lips, his mouth hot and wet. His body cages me in, his scent thick and intoxicating. I could get drunk off of it. My pulse hammers, desperate for more.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he mutters, his voice low, deep, edged with hunger. His lips hover over mine before he pulls back slightly, his eyes smoldering.
I smirk, tilting my chin up. “You can’t take a little teasing?” I challenge.
He looks like a man possessed, ravenous with desire. My whole body shivers under his gaze.
“You think this is a game, princess?” he murmurs.
One of his hands drags down my body, slow, deliberate, his touch featherlight until it’s not. Everywhere he touches burns with desire, tingles with anticipation. Then his fingers are at the hem of my dress, slipping underneath until they’re teasing the space between my thighs. His fingers dig into my flesh, spreading me wider.
“I think the fun’s just begun,” I say on a stuttered breath, already so desperate for him I can barely think.
His fingers brush lightly against the lace of my panties, teasing, then groping. A sharp pulse of heat shoots through me, making my legs weak.
His mouth crashes onto mine again, hungry and demanding. His tongue sweeps in, taking exactly what it wants. His kiss is rough and possessive, like he’s staking a claim. I would never dare admit it, but with what he’s doing with just his mouth alone… I would definitely let him call me his. I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shirt, but before I can take control, he grabs my wrists and slams them above my head, pinning me there with one hand.
He yanks up my dress completely, his fingers sliding underneath the lace of my panties until I can feel the warmth of his fingers sliding deep inside of me. I nearly collapse, held up only by his hand.
His chuckle is pure sin. “Already soaked for me,” he murmurs, his tone full of dark amusement.
I suck in a breath, grinding against his hand.
“I wasn’t the only one doing the teasing,” I somehow manage, trying not to give away how utterly needy I feel.
There’s a sudden absence, a loss as he removes his fingers from me. I nearly scream in frustration. I’m about to protest, when, in one swift motion, he rips my panties clean off.
The sound of lace tearing barely registers before his fingers thrust inside me, stretching me open, filling me in one devastating stroke.
“Sergei,” I cry, pleasure ripping through me.
“Shh.” His fingers pump—slow, ruthless—while his thumb circles my clit just lightly enough to drive me insane. “You want to be fucked by a real man, don’t you?”
I whimper and nod rapidly, my hips arching, my entire body desperate. Then he pulls his fingers out. I nearly scream at the loss. His hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up gently until I’m staring into his eyes. His expression is dark, smug, completely in control.