Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Yes, sir. Please.”
Without another word, he plunges his thick cock between my legs and thrusts. I groan, melting underneath him as he holds my wrists in one hand and builds a rhythm that’s deep, satisfying, bringing me to the cusp of heaven. He brings his mouth to my ear, muttering in guttural, broken Russian. I only hear one word.
“Prekrasnyy.”
Beautiful.
Every time he calls me beautiful, he cracks the walls of my heart. My eyes fill with tears and I swallow hard, not wanting to believe he really cares for me. If I fall into this belief, I won’t survive it. I’ve been broken and abused and can’t let myself be hurt again.
Then he thrusts into me so hard, I feel like I’m going to split wide open. He groans, burying himself deeper inside me. The grip on my wrists gets so tight it hurts, yet he can’t hold me tight enough. And right then, I want him to possess me. I need him to.
Right then, I want to be owned by my husband.
So I push. I press my wrists against his, trying to get away, even though I know it’s impossible. I arch my back and wrap my legs around him and fight this. I want to be taken. I want him to make me.
“Fuck me,” I say, in a voice I barely recognize. I’m angry, and I don’t know why. I push harder against Tomas, but he’s immovable, and with every thrust of his hips my need to come intensifies.
He thrusts so hard I’m coming apart, and that’s when I know this is what I need. I don’t want tender ministrations and sweet words.
I want him to fuck me.
“Fuck me.”
He lets go of my wrists so he can grab my hair and yank it. I cry out, pain radiating along my scalp and making me crazy with need before he thrusts again, so hard tears fill my eyes.
Over and over he thrusts. My pulse races, my thighs are slick with arousal, and every inch of my skin prickles. Lowering his head to my neck, he sinks his teeth into the tender skin above my collarbone. The erotic pain and pleasure send me over the edge, and I fly into ecstasy.
I’m wracked with pleasure, dimly aware of him grunting his own release. His seed lashes into me and I wrap my legs around him so tightly it hurts. I pulse and clench around him, groaning so loudly I’m hoarse. I ride the waves of pleasure as he comes, my body numb but for the pleasure that wraps me in a cocoon.
I’m fractured but sated when we finally finish, his heavy body atop mine like a security blanket. I weave my arms around the back of his neck and pull him down to me. I kiss him so that he knows I’m his, but he’s mine as well. I own him as he owns me.
Heart. Body. Soul.
Chapter 17
Tomas
I don’t quite comprehend how someone so submissive can challenge a man like me. She laps up my praise like a kitten with milk, eager to please. She glows under my approval, yet when I take her to bed, the kitten’s claws come out.
Perhaps she needs to fight me, so I take her. Maybe she needs to lose control, but on her terms. There are many things about her I don’t yet know, but I make it my mission to find out.
After our vicious, blissful lovemaking, I roll onto my back and take her with me. I expect she’ll want to lay here like this, but she doesn’t. After a few moments, she slides herself atop me, straddling me from above.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Caroline’s hair is crazed, giving her the appearance of a wildcat. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes wild and gorgeous.
“I want to ride you,” she says. “Teach me to ride you.”
I slap her thigh.
“That’s enough telling me what to do, little detka.”
She sticks out her lower lip in a pout, and it’s so adorable I’d give her anything she fucking wanted right then. When she places her hand on my chest, she gives me a coy look.
“Please, sir.” She cocks her head to the side like a curious puppy. “Or are you too old to get it up again?”
Christ almighty, I’m hard already.
Did she just say what I think she did?
“You call me old one more time, I’ll take you over my knee,” I tell her.
“Mmmm.”
“You’ll wear me out spanking your little ass,” I say, as I grasp her hips. I can’t get my fill of her and Christ, it looks like the feeling’s mutual.
“Ride me, then,” I tell her. “Like this.”
I lift her up and down my shaft, groaning out loud when her tight cunt clenches on me. The way she moans makes me impossibly harder.
“Jesus, woman.” I grab her nipples and work them to hard peaks, my cock throbbing in her pussy when her mouth parts open with a moan.