Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
With a husky timbre, he demands, “Undress.”
C’mon, Luxxie, this should be a bucket list goal. Think sexy thoughts.
Then it happens.
My hazel eyes are locked down by his. Before his powerful lips can utter the same request, he catches me with his spell.
Fervent eyes give a soul to the sudden thrill driving through my veins, wings to my guileless mind, flight to the embers of arousal burning in the pit of my stomach. This must be hypnosis. Mouth slightly ajar, my fingertips clasp for my zipper. Only the titillating sound of it unfastening breaks through the silence. Trailing down to my lower back, I arch my tailbone enough to finish. His hungry eyes zoom in on the apple shape of my ass. Quickly, I unshoulder one strap, then the other.
“Do it again,” Victor orders. That damn British accent sends a river flowing.
“Wha . . .”
A tense mouth threatens me from further inquiry. I loop the straps back on my shoulders, craving the best fuck of my life. I’m confident it’s at the tip of his fingers, mouth, and dick.
Victor has turned me into a hedonist, obsessed on every aspect, all over the mindless act of stripping. My hand grazes my shoulder as I slide off one silk string and then the other. There’s no haste this time. Air caresses my bare skin in ways I dream Victor will. My hands become paint strokes brushing the material over each side of my hip.
The dress pools on the floor as I stare at Victor, craving his approval. In response, his jaw releases from its gritted position. His eyes trace the edges of my silhouette with maddening patience. He’s pleased. I’m walking on the jagged shards of anticipation.
Luxxie, do not rush. He will punish you.
One foot after the other, I step away from the dress. He was right. It did nothing for me.
“Come here.” This command reaches out and pulls me in.
Wearing only a hot pink panty and bra set, I saunter over. Slowly Victor leans forward in his seat. My heart stops. His fingers skim my thong. He reaches around, my ass cheeks cupped so lusciously in his palms.
“Ohhh.” I give a shaky breath. I turn to the side, instinctively feeling that’s my calling. Instead of pulling my thong down, Victor teases the material to rub against my clit. I slip my hands over his while struggling to control the crest of passion.
“Ple-please touch me,” I mew as intense waves of pleasure shoots throughout my body.
Victor makes no move to submit to my request. I suck in a tensed breath. My hand reaches to caress the angle of his jaw line.
“No.”
I flinch back. Instantly, I’m the low self-esteem girl who abhors her tedious freckles. His hands curl around my throat in a mildly possessive touch that sends a light tremor down my spine. That shiver expands like an earthquake at my center when his gaze drinks me in. Sliding his fingers lower, agonizingly slow, he draws circles over the swells of my breasts.
My value increases with every trace along my curves.
Fingertips stroke my hips with a feather-light touch, intensifying my worth again.
Through his eyes, I assess my worth. Priceless. Victor lets out an explosive breath. “You are bloody, fucking gorgeous.”
The declaration causes a power exchange.
A little less of me for a lot more of him.
Like a violinist, Victor’s fingertips graze over each freckle on my trim waistline. His fingers continue strumming the cords that send thrills and vibrations crashing throughout my body as he draws me in for a lingering kiss. Passion surges up inside of me, and I whimper when his mouth pulls a fraction away.
He whispers, “Cinnamon,” and I can only wonder if he’s comparing it to my freckles. A tiny smile plasters across my lips. I am so fucked.
9
VICTOR
The most unfathomable notion in the world to me is a woman unaware of her own beauty. Yes, I’ve ventured far and wide.
I’ve met.
I’ve conquered.
I’ve left them with a renewed understanding of how beautiful they are. By the time my fingertips stopped reverently touching their bodies, they knew their worth. But Luxury presents a new challenge for me. I’ve had to seek her, unlike any other woman I’ve known.
It all goes back to her demure disbelief that she isn’t the most gorgeous gift in the world. Other women have unwrapped themselves for me. But a rare jewel like this, I’ve never had.
From the follicles of Lux’s reddish-brown hair to the beautiful heart inside of her perky breast, she’s exquisite. Her tiny waist, the cup of her arse, and her round hips are unrivaled. Bollocks, I’m bloody salivating here. Even her preposterously white glossed toes are pretty.
Time to teach this cheeky girl a thing or two. Since she’s utilized her mouth to deny me on a few occasions, I’m determined to see what else this racy mouth of hers can do.