Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
I’m not the type who usually comes fast, but I’m reaching a record with my cock inside Sasha’s mouth. It’s still more time than anyone else could handle, especially someone who looks as innocent and as naïve as her.
I come down her throat, and she tries to swallow as much as possible while still looking at me.
Mine.
This woman is all fucking mine.
When I pull out, some of my cum decorates her lips and chin, and she licks them while still staring at me.
Ah, fuck.
Now, I’m getting hard again.
Using my hold on her with the belt, I force her to stand, and she does so on unsteady feet. Her expressive eyes brighten with anticipation, waiting and needing to know what happens next. When I continue watching her without taking action, she shifts and rubs her legs together.
She’s wet and horny.
I can see it in the darkening color of her eyes. She doesn’t even try to hide the signals her body is sending to my monster.
The fact that she got this way because of how I used her is even more thrilling.
“Looks like I’m going to have to fuck you, after all.”
I shove her against the desk, sending the cards in all directions. Sasha gasps, then moans when I step behind her and grind my erection against her covered ass.
“You like being used by me, don’t you?”
“N-no, I don’t.”
“Don’t lie to me when you’re dripping wet for my cock.” I accentuate my words with a swipe of my fingers over her covered pussy.
Her moan echoes around us, and I smile. “Such a good girl, my Solnyshko.”
That earns me a choked whimper. She does love the pet name, after all, my Sasha.
I grab the hem of her pants, about to rip them down, when the door opens, and the last person I’d expect barges inside.
Rai Sokolov.
And she has a complete view of the situation.
26
KIRILL
I don’t have to see her face to know Sasha is frozen.
Her whole body stiffens, and she might as well have transformed into a stone in my hands.
Rai’s unfocused eyes narrow on us as she sways on her feet, the sound of her heels scraping on the ground amplified tenfold in the imposing silence.
That seems to kick Sasha out of her stupor, because she responds to my tightening hold around her waist and abruptly ducks down and crawls under the desk.
The fucking cockblocker Rai doesn’t look away from my half-nude state so, to be a dick—no pun intended—I look her in her dazed eyes and take my time tucking myself in.
Again, I don’t have to look at Sasha’s face to sense her distress. It’s bleeding from her and bouncing off my skin.
Option one: shoot Rai between the eyes and think of a way to hide her body and any evidence that she came to my club.
Option two: torture the fucking piece of shit, and only when I’m satisfied do I kill her.
Choices, choices…
“Was that…” Rai points a finger between me and the desk, sounding drunker than a sailor in his victory parade.
I ignore her insufferable existence and lower myself to my haunches. Sasha is hiding beneath the desk, her legs tucked to the side and face so pale, it appears sickly.
Her parted lips are dry, eyes shifty and scared.
No, not scared. They’re as terrified as if she’s seen a ghost who’s been haunting her for eternity.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be a woman, it’s that I can’t,” is what she’d said back in Russia. It’s also why she’s tried her hardest to keep her distance from the other men.
For eliciting this fear in Sasha, I’m tempted to go with option one and shoot Rai. Fuck the fact that she’s the Pakhan’s grandniece and he’d skin me alive if he found out that I’d hurt his precious relative.
My fingers find Sasha’s cheek to try and calm her down. But not only does she flinch, her body also breaks into a shaking mess.
With an annoyed sigh, I drop my hand to my side.
“I’ll take care of it,” I say in my attempt at a gentle tone that still sounds firm. “Stay here.”
She doesn’t nod or show any signs of hearing me, but I don’t have time to focus on that, because Rai is approaching us. Her steps are no different than those of a toddler who just learned to walk, and I hope she trips on her heels and breaks her ankles.
Or better yet, hits her head and dies. That way, I could confidently say that I’m not the one who did it.
Unfortunately, no falling happens, and I’m forced to intercept her so she doesn’t witness Sasha’s state.
I round the desk and grab Rai by the elbow. “Come with me.”
“I’m going nowhere with you,” she slurs and glares at me. “Do you want to die?”
“I assure you that you’ll be the one to die if you don’t follow me this instant.”