Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“You think David has a better chance of being with Blue than Giorgio?”
“That depends.” Max quirked his brows. “Are you trying to put a bet on which guy will hit first?”
“I am not participating in a bet that deals with Blue’s vagina.”
Max shrugged. “Shit would be fun to have money on it. Admit it.”
I sipped more of the vodka. This time the liquid burned less, but I could feel it working.
“How about we don’t bet money, Em? We could bet something else.”
“I’m not fucking with you on that, Max.” Shaking my head, I took another swallow.
“Because you know I’m going to guess right.”
“But, who would you put your money on?”
“Not telling you, until we bet.”
“Fuck that.” I sucked my teeth.
Finally, the band’s instruments were ready on stage.
For no damn reason, Ivan let out a primal scream.
I widened my eyes. “What the fuck?”
The band launched into a hard-hitting song. The pounding of the drums and the screeching of the guitars shook the floor.
Damn. I hope they don’t wake up Emilio.
The music grew louder.
Ivan’s voice rose above the noise. I had no idea what he was saying, but it was definitely getting the audience hyped.
All the guests became frenzied. Bodies pushed and shoved against each other as they jumped around with their arms waving in the air.
Max tilted my way. “These Russian dudes be on a whole other level when they party.”
“That’s facts.” I couldn’t help but sway to the rhythm as the lead singer’s voice thundered through the speakers, filling the room with raw energy.
“I don’t know what he is saying. . .” Max blew out smoke. “But I bet it is about pussy.”
Chuckling, I finished the vodka.
“Aww. Here we go.” Max grabbed the empty glass from me.
Right when I was going to ask him why he took my glass, a strong hand grabbed mine on the right and pulled me away from Max.
Oh.
I smiled as Kaz towered over me. Those piercing blue eyes locked onto mine.
Desire laced his voice. “Hello.”
I licked my lips. “Hello.”
“I could not help but notice you from across the room.”
I chuckled. “Oh really?”
“You are a sexy American woman. What is your name and why are you here in Moscow?”
I chuckled. “That’s none of your business.”
“No?”
“Not at all.”
“Do you not know who I am?”
“I don’t.”
The music pounded on in the background—the drums beating a primal rhythm that matched the lusty pounding in my chest.
Kaz pressed his body against mine. “Did you come with someone?”
Flames of desire licked my skin. My nipples stiffened. “Yes. I did come with someone.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Fiancé.”
“Good.” Kaz breathed me in. “Point him out.”
“Why?”
“I am going to kill him.” He captured my mouth and seared my insides with a hot kiss. It was hard and deep, stirring my soul into a horny frenzy.
Moaning, I gave in to the moment and let myself be swept away by the heat of his touch and the power of the music.
I melted as he explored every curve, ravaging my soul.
The music swelled around us.
People began to scream out the lyrics.
Kaz ended the kiss, leaned in closer, and slipped his lips against my ear. “Dance with me.”
Without waiting for my reply, Kaz led me out onto the dance floor.
A sea of people surrounded us.
Everyone danced wildly, but in that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the entire space.
The band’s drummer went crazy on stage.
The crowd roared.
Yet, Kaz wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close to him, and had our bodies moving to our own song—one that had a sexy, sensual slow rhythm.
Damn.
The scent of his cologne teased me.
I had no idea if Crucifix still played the same song or something else.
Instead, I found myself lost in the passion of him. The need. The craving. The ecstasy-driven desire that pulsed between us.
Swaying together, he guided us deeper into the sea of dancing people.
Kaz’s hand brushed against my skin.
I came out of my sexual haze long enough to notice that his fingers were on the hem of my dress and slowly yanking it up.
My heart raced.
You better not.
His fingers crept up underneath my dress.
Oh, shit.
My pussy pulsed.
He whispered in my ear, “Do you know what this song is about?”
“No.”
“The undying power of pussy.”
I laughed, remembering Max had already guessed the content.
“Msyh, will you be giving me this pussy tonight?”
“Yes, baby.”
In the next second, his fingers were inside my panties.
My breathing became rapid.
I grabbed his strong shoulders for support. “Kaz—”
His fingers slipped against my clit.
I gasped. “Oh!”
He captured my mouth, tasting my moans.
His hard cock pressed against me.
And there Kaz finger fucked me on the dance floor in the center of the roaring crowd.
Oh fuck.
The music thumped and pounded in my veins.
The beat propelled my heart faster.
Kaz’s fingers sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body. With each tender thrust he reached deeper, coaxing a plea from me. His tongue dueled with mine while his fingers slipped in and out and his thumb kept up its steady rhythm against my swollen bud.