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)
He shifts, and when I open my eyes, he’s standing over me. Standing on the bed, boots and all, between my spread thighs. He lifts one of his boots and presses the toe right over my clit.
I screech and arch up off the bed, fighting the bonds. “You gave me something, so I’ll give you something. A little bit of relief, like I promised. But again, you haven’t earned my cock. Not my mouth. My fingers. Nothing but my boot. So if you want it, take it.”
It is awkward at first, me trying to get myself off on the tip of his boot, but it doesn’t take long. I writhe my hips, arching against his foot until I get the friction I need. When I come, I see stars, and again my pussy clenches around nothing, shooting another wave of pain through me.
I don’t think I’ll last the night, but I assumed he’d just shoot me, not torture me to death. My skin is hot, and the bonds are cutting into my wrists and ankles. A gut-churning wave of nausea rolls through me as my humiliation follows.
I just rutted against his boot to fucking come, and I’d do it again.
As if sensing my thoughts, he lifts his shoe and kneels on the bed next to me. “Anything else you want to share? You want to earn some more relief, Malyshka?”
He adjusts his hard-on to sit more comfortably, then completely ignores it. How can he sit there, turned on, and do nothing? He said he was a man with no control, yet he has infinitely more authority than I do now.
“What do you want to know?”
He studies me, his eyelids low, hiding himself. “Fort Knox, you are. Why did you come here? What was your plan for this?”
I swallow, my throat dry, and let my body go limp. If I can relax for a moment, maybe some of the need will subside. I focus on him. His sharp cheekbones, bright eyes, and all that ink are telling the world to stay the hell away from him. “I planned to drug you, fuck you, then ask for your help.”
“My help with what?”
I swallow and whisper, not trusting he doesn’t have ears even here. “To kill my boss.”
“The one who told you to drug me in the first place. That’s fucked up. Even in my world. Is Priscilla your real name?”
I nod, my head feeling heavier and heavier until I drop it back to the mattress again. The sheets smell like him, but I hadn’t noticed until just now. It makes me clench again. “My name is Priscilla Capri.”
Ivan slides off the bed like I lit his ass on fire. So he knows my family name then. Makes sense.
“There are no female Capri heirs. I hear they kill females or sell you off in their fucked-up farms as children.”
I shove the memories threatening to rise back down into the dark where they belong. “I am not an heir. I’m just the daughter of a lowly illegitimate Capri son. Arthur isn’t really acknowledged in the lineage. Nor am I.”
Ivan crawls back onto the bed, this time over me. I whimper at the heat and scent of him so close. He slides his knee between my legs until the hard muscle meets my core. “You’ve done well, Malyshka. You can hump my knee this time to get off.”
More tears pour down my cheeks, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I press harder against him. Finding a rhythm that gives me what I want takes a minute. Especially since I can’t tighten my hold on him with my legs tied down. His warm breath, smelling faintly of vodka, wafts against my face. I let myself retreat, imagining this isn’t humiliation but something sexier, deeper, foreplay, maybe. It only takes seconds to detonate again. I’m shaking and gasping when I open my eyes.
He’s still hovering over me, his gaze locked on my face. “We aren’t done here yet. I wonder what you’ll do or tell me if I offer you my cock. Or maybe I’ll just fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and forgo your cunt altogether.”
I whimper, and he brings his thumb to my lips and presses between them. I suck deep, locking my gaze on his. He might be toying with me, but if he puts his dick in my mouth, it won’t be the only thing he wants from me.
“Tell me where the drugs are.”
I let him slide his thumb from my mouth and shake my head. “I bought them tonight. I don’t know where the stash is.”
“No, the ones you had on you, or did you put everything in that glass?”
I blink, terrified to tell him the truth. What will he do with the rest of the drugs? Shit. I can’t take much more if he tries to force them down my throat…