Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
She doesn’t seem to care, pressing into the cold steel, a line of red parting her skin as her mouth trails over my jaw and down to my neck.
Something about her mouth on my skin quiets the cold fury Kai built inside me. Turning the solid block of ice in my chest into something molten. But it doesn’t matter. I won’t fuck her while she’s on these drugs. I told Kai I’m not one of them…those people who’ve used us, degraded us, shamed us. I won’t be one of them.
I gently ease her back and strip off her bra in one swipe.
“Please,” she begs.
I lift her up, and her legs go around my waist automatically. “Come on, Malyshka, let’s see if the shower can cool us both down.”
I stand us both under the nozzle, turn the handle to cold, and start the spray. She squeaks in my arms and clings to me. After a moment, she blinks down at me, her makeup running down her cheeks. “That’s fucking cold. What the fuck?”
I shrug and let the water try to wash away some of the heat roaring inside me. It won’t abate while I’ve got my hands curled around the soft globes of her bare ass or while her tits are so close to licking distance.
This has to be the drugs. I have control over my body, at least sexually.
I drop her to the shower floor, and she glances down. “You’re still wearing your boots and your pants.”
Fuck. I’d forgotten. I give her some space in my massive shower and rip my boots off. The image of her grinding against them hits me all over again. Then I shuck my pants and kick them away.
Her eyes fly to my achingly hard dick as I grasp it. When she licks her lips, I almost give in. Almost. “Just let me take the edge off. Just a little bit. Please.”
I squeeze myself a moment and then release my grasp. She steps forward, but I tug the showerhead out of its socket and hand it to her. “Go to town, sweetheart.”
Something like hurt flashes in her eyes, but I don’t let it get to me. I pass behind her and out of the shower to grab a towel. I don’t need to look back to know she’s taken my advice and come hard in seconds.
“It won’t help,” she says, her voice echoing in the bathroom.
I face her again. “What do you mean?”
“It has to be sex, penetrative sex, or the edge never goes away.”
“You can’t wait it out?”
She grabs a towel from the stack, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Eventually, but I can’t survive for days like this.”
I stalk out of the bathroom and head to my closet. Inside, I snag a box, pull out what I’m hunting for, and throw it on the bed. “Have at it, Malyshka. You still haven’t earned my cock. No matter how much I want to use it.”
5
CILLA
I stare at the light flesh-toned dildo he’d thrown on the bed so haphazardly. And I hated that my pussy clenched on nothing from just the sight of a rigid cock. It’s not the fake dick I want. Even though he’d been nothing but an asshole since I walked in the door. Not that I don’t deserve it. A hot wash of guilt rolls through my chest, and I clutch the towel tighter above my breasts. I refuse to beg him again. Even with the drugs scorching my body from the inside out, I won’t beg him again.
He looks between me and the dildo pointedly. I can hear him saying you are the one who wanted to fuck so badly. Smug fucking bastard. He might be a brute, but I don’t think he’d genuinely hurt me. As evident by my still being alive. I expected a gun to the head once he discovered the drugs.
I march to the bed and let my towel fall to the floor. His eyes track from my face slowly—so slowly—down my neck to my breasts, my belly, my neatly trimmed pussy. “See something you like?”
Without answering, he continued his perusal of my naked body like he had all the time in the world. It would wait for him to look his fill. Maybe the world would wait, but right now, I won’t. Not with my face burning red and my body on fire.
I snatch the dildo from the mussed covers and flex my fingers around it. It’s a nice quality toy, I’ll give him that. I throw him a smirk. “Buy this for yourself, did you? You seem to like them big.”
He grabs my hand off the fake dick and wraps it around his real one. “It’s a replica. Don’t you see the resemblance?”
Tightening my grasp, I explore the hot rigid contours of his flesh. The thick veins running under my delicate skin beg me to sink to my knees and have a taste of him.