Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Opening the bedside drawer, I remove the handcuffs and vibrator I got on a quick trip to the mainland.
“Oooh…I like where this is going,” Abigail teases while she takes her clothes off.
I quickly undress, then gesture for her to lie down on the bed. “Spread your arms and grip hold of the headrest.”
Abigail obeys and allows me to cuff her wrists to the wood. As I move down her body, I say, “Tell me the moment it becomes too much for you.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that won’t happen,” she taunts me.
I give her a wicked grin. “We’ll see about that.”
Climbing off the bed, I grab the vibrator and switch it on. The buzzing sound has Abigail spreading her legs wide open.
Fuck, I love her confidence.
I kneel between her thighs and slowly circle each of her nipples with the toy.
I watch as her cheeks flush and her irises dilate, need tightening her features.
“I’m going to show you what I want you to do when we’re on a call, and I’m fisting my cock.”
“Show me,” she begs.
Sitting back on my haunches, my left hand wraps around my hard-on while I brush the tip of the vibrator over her clit.
“Jesus. You’ll need to show me several times before I leave.” She gasps as I circle her opening. “I’m a slow learner.”
I pump my hard-on as I watch the tip of the vibrator push inside her.
“Fuck, I love how your pussy wraps around the rubber.”
Her hips swivel while her eyes burn on my cock, and I stroke myself hard for her viewing pleasure.
I increase the vibration and push a little deeper. Abigail’s ass lifts off the bed, and she throws her head back.
“Jesus, Nikolai,” she moans. “Just fuck me already.”
I pull the vibrator out, and when her scowl lands on me, I thrust harder into my fist.
“You’re a tease,” she complains, her wrists straining against the cuffs.
“I have the entire afternoon and night to fuck you, Malyshka, and I intend to use every second of it.”
I start the torture process all over, and by the time I pull the vibrator out of her for a fourth time, Abigail is whimpering for her release.
She’s so fucking wet, her arousal coating the inside of her thighs.
I drop the vibrator on the bed, and bracing my hands on either side of her waist, I push painfully slowly inside her.
“Please,” she begs feverishly. “God, please.”
“Eyes on your god while you’re begging him,” I demand, my voice low with dominance.
Abigail’s gaze instantly connects with mine.
I watch as I slowly push inside her until I’m buried to the hilt, then pull out even slower, her arousal coating my cock.
“I love seeing my cock fuck your wet pussy.”
When I thrust inside her again, the imprint of my cock actually shows beneath her skin. I fucking reach all the way to her belly button.
I brush my fingers over her abdomen, feeling the indent of me so fucking deep inside her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Losing my mind, I thrust faster, my eyes glued to her abdomen as I watch myself fuck her.
“Oh God,” she starts to chant, her body trembling. “Nikolai!” she cries.
“Come, baby,” I give the order she desperately needs.
Abigail shatters beneath me, her moans and whimpers filling the air.
I hammer into my woman as if my life would end if I dared to stop.
She’s sobbing by the time pleasure sizzles down my spine. My ass clenches, and I bare my teeth, the orgasm ripping through me, robbing me of all control.
Drained of my strength, I slump over Abigail while desperately gasping for air. “Christ…that…was…amazing.”
With some of my strength returning, I lazily plunge inside her, chasing the last of my orgasm.
“I’m dead,” Abigail groans beneath me. “But what a way to die.”
Chapter 34
Abbie
While I’m reluctantly zipping up my bag, my phone rings.
Thinking it’s Aurora because she’s the only person who calls me often, I answer. “Hey.”
“Where the fuck are you?” my father’s voice rumbles over the line.
Shit.
“Ah…Father.”
“Who gave you permission to leave St. Monarch’s?” he demands.
“I’m almost twenty-two,” I argue. “I can make decisions without your permission.”
“Get back to St. Monarch’s. Today!”
The call ends, and I inhale a deep breath before dropping the device on the bed.
Hi, Abbie. How are you, Abbie?
Jesus, would it be so hard to show me some love?
I swear, sometimes I wonder whether I wasn’t adopted. I’d never treat my child like this.
Suddenly Nikolai asks, “What’s wrong?”
Not wanting to cause him worry when he has the deal in Africa happening tomorrow, I shake my head. “I’m just going to miss you.”
“You can still change your mind and stay,” he taunts me with the perfect dream.
For a moment, I consider his offer.
What would I be going back to? Training at St. Monarch’s, which I have no interest in…my parents, who don’t give a fuck about me?
Aurora. You’re going back for Aurora. Her wedding is in two weeks.