Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Viktor comes to stand right in front of me, and for a moment, I drool at the sight of his bare chest and carved abs. The ‘V’ disappearing into his sweatpants quickly wins my attention.
Lifting a hand, I trail my finger along his waistband and follow the prominent line from his hip, dipping my finger beneath the fabric.
Glancing up at Viktor, I try to be seductive so I can get out of the training session. I lower my voice as I admit, “This V erases all brain activity for me.”
I slip my hand beneath his sweatpants, and when I feel how hard he is, my mouth starts to water. Wrapping my fingers around him, I slowly massage his cock from the base to the head. “I can think of better things to do.”
“Can you,” he murmurs, his tone dark and low, making my core clench with hunger for him.
I lift myself on my tiptoes and wrap my other arm around his neck. Brushing my lips along his jaw, I breathe, “Yeah.”
When I move my hand faster over his hardness, Viktor places his hand over mine to stop me. “Not yet, baby.”
Pouting, I let go and step back, then Viktor’s arm wraps around my neck, and my feet are swept from under me. I let out a squeak as I drop to the sparring mat, and the moment he’s on top of me, his fingers wrap around my throat.
“Remember that first day in your bedroom when I had you in a similar position?”
“Yeah. I didn’t appreciate the gun to my head, though,” I mutter, my hands grabbing hold of his wrist.
Viktor leans closer, then his tongue swipes over my bottom lip. “I wanted to fuck you. You looked so hot, dressed in your tight as fuck shorts. Just like you do now.”
His hand moves over my bare stomach until he cups me between the legs.
My eyes lock on his, and I admit, “I thought you were the most attractive man I ever laid eyes on.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs with a seductive tone. He begins to massage me through my shorts until my hips swivel with need. “And now?”
Letting go of his wrist, I drag my hands over his muscled chest. “I know you’re the most attractive.”
His teeth tug at my bottom lip, then he orders, “Fight me, moya Malen'kaya Roza.”
That’s the last thing I want to do. I’d much rather push him onto his back and sink down on his cock.
The thought has my eyebrow lifting, then I buck my hips up, trying to use my body to overturn him, but he’s too heavy.
When he pulls his hand away from the needy valley between my legs, I let out a frustrated groan.
Climbing to his feet, he easily pulls me up. “Come on, baby. Fight me.”
“I don’t know how,” I mutter, scowling at him.
“A man has a few vulnerable spots. The balls, the throat, eyes, and ears.” He comes to wrap his fingers around my neck again. “When someone grabs hold of you like this, take hold of his thumb and bend it back until you hear it crack, but he’ll probably let go before that.”
“Okay.”
Viktor raises his other hand as if he’s going to hit me. “Prepare for a punch. The fucker will want to teach you a lesson for hurting him.”
“How do I stop that from happening?” I ask, getting into the training.
Viktor lets go of me and steps back. “Punch me.”
I let out a burst of laughter. “Be serious.”
“I am.” He holds his arms open on either side of him. “Punch me, Rosalie.”
The only thing I’ve punched is my pillow. Here goes nothing. I dart forward and throw a punch, but Viktor blocks it with his forearm before swatting my fist away. “That’s how you block. Now you do it.”
“Okay.” When he throws a punch that won’t even hurt a fly, I easily block it. “It doesn’t help you take it easy on me,” I complain.
“I’m not going to take an actual swing at you, knowing I’ll hurt you,” he replies. “Just get used to blocking the action of punching.”
I nod, and when he repeats the action, I bring my arm up. We keep practicing, and slowly the motions grow faster until I’m sweating and breathless.
“Drink some water, moya Malen'kaya Roza,” Viktor instructs.
While I’m swallowing the cool liquid down, he says, “Because you’re smaller, you have to be faster. That will be your weapon, so work on your speed.”
“Okay.”
I’ve just put the water down when Viktor lunges for me. His chest slams into my back, and his arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet.
“Elbow me,” he instructs. I don’t hesitate, slamming my elbow into his side. “Good girl.”
Jesus.
He doesn’t let go but pushes me forward until I’m shoved against the wall.
“Remember when you stomped on my foot?” he asks.