Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes locked with Yev’s. “Please… oh… god... please,” I beg when the swivels of his thumb over my clit tighten the coil low in my womb.
Detonation is immediate.
I am seconds from release.
“Fuck yes, baby girl. Ride me.” A thrilling zap darts down my spine when Yev tilts in close before his tongue darts out to lick up a droplet of sweat careening down my face, his eyes never once leaving mine. “Every part of you is delicious. You taste so fucking good.”
It is the fight of my life not to thrust my head back and grunt when he places the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. I’m consumed by him. Filled by him. Being driven to the brink of hysteria by him. Yet, I still can’t get enough.
“More. Please. More.”
There’s a glint in his eyes that warns of danger, but I act ignorant when he slides one of his hands up my sticky back and fists my hair at the nape. I pant through the sensation that rips through me when he yanks my head back hard enough for the roots to sting.
As he arches me back, his mouth drops from my cheek to my neck, then to my breasts. His eyes burn through to my soul when he sucks my nipple in his mouth while continuing the rhythm, making me a hot, sticky mess. It isn’t the fast, wild pace we usually undertake. More of a steady, unfrenzied rhythm that drives me as insane as the way he peers up at me while toying my nipples into stiff peaks.
I love how he forever positions me so he can both feast on my body and the lust beaming from my eyes. Not even doggy style is a challenge for me now. How could it be with all the mirrors Yev shifted from the dining room to his bedroom?
I thought Kliment was clueless about his request. I learned otherwise when Alek called. He wasn’t just organizing a time for me to have unlimited squishy cuddles with my adorable niece. Alek spent thirty minutes of our hour chat reading Yev the riot act.
Kliment was in a fit of laughter while listening in on their conversation until Yev took a page out of Alek’s book and tore Kliment a new butthole the instant he ended their call.
He’s been spending more time in his new bat cave than on Yev’s couch, and I doubt his move has anything to do with how uncomfortable Yev’s couch is.
After giving me a measured smile, Yev clamps down on my nipple with his teeth, forcing my focus solely back to him before he adds a flick to the end of his rolls. The instant his knob graces the sweet spot inside me, I lose control.
I shiver and moan as an eruption of euphoria darts through me.
Using his grip of my hair as leverage, Yev bounces me on and off his cock while commanding, “Look at me.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off him even if I wanted to. His command. The control. The way his words roar out of his throat in a snapped command has me entranced. I can’t get enough.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice lower but still husky.
Once my orgasm subsides enough I can see through the haze in front of me, he lets go of my hair and drops his hand to my ass. With his cast halfway up his thigh and my backside taking up a majority of his thigh not in a cast, there’s barely any room for him to skate his hand around, but he manages—somehow.
“I’ve still got to claim you here,” he murmurs on a raw breath, his words lusty as he rims my back entrance with his thumb. “Are you going to let me claim you here, baby girl? Are you gonna let me fuck you in the ass?”
His crudeness should turn me off.
It doesn’t.
It sends a droplet of moisture rolling over his balls.
“Jesus. Fucking. H, Polly. You ain’t no fucking saint.”
Before I can ask where he gathered the wrong intel, he spreads his thighs wider, forcing me to open to him even more before he slings his good leg off the edge of the bed.
“Oh… sweet… Jesus,” I push out between moans.
He’s deeper now.
Balls deep.
And thrusting his hips like he’s possessed.
My mind scrambles, my fists clench the sheets, and my back bows as I’m fucked to within an inch of recognition. I don’t know my name, where I live, or what damn day it is by the time Yev’s jerks still and hot cum spills from his cock in rapid-fire hits.
I can’t even recognize the annoying blurt of my ringtone.
My belongings were returned to me a couple of days after Vasily’s death. Since he and his father’s deaths were ruled an accident, the authorities had no reason to keep the items they seized during a search of his residence two hours before their demise.