Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
You see the truth of this in his sad gaze.
He frowns. “I will spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.”
So much has happened to you in these past days, but you are now by Kazimir’s side, and you know that you will not be harmed again.
He kisses you. His mouth is warm. His tongue is smooth, like silk, striking quicky and deftly with skill.
You remember how good his tongue was on your pussy. Heat spreads across your skin. Your cheeks tingle. Lust burns in your blood.
Your arms wrap around his neck, and you kiss him back, hard. His arms go around your back, and pull you closer.
He breaks the kiss, raises his hands, and captures your face. Then, he looks into your eyes. “I am falling in love with you.”
You widen your eyes in shock, not expecting this confession.
Hope wells up in your chest. The sensation takes you off guard. You have never felt this way before and so fast, but you can’t deny that your heart aches for him.
You’ve just met him, but you can’t think of spending your life with any other man.
A knot of tension in your belly unties. You breathe out the tension, and a smile breaks across your face.
You whisper back, “I love you too.”
He groans and then his mouth is back on yours, and he is devouring you. The sensation is silk and heat, sensual pleasure and pulsing possession. Velvety warmth spreads in waves from your tongue down through your body—chest to legs to toes.
Groaning, he pulls back a little and traces your mouth with his tongue.
Misha loudly clears his throat. “Cousin.”
Kazimir frowns and glares at him. “What?”
“We have arrived.”
You gaze out of the window and are blown away. This isn’t a small one-level hotel that Kazimir rented out for the night.
This could be a palace. It is the highest level of luxury—opulent and plush.
You wonder if you’ve been thrown into an alternate fantasy.
The grounds are grandiose and far too large to be any kind of hotel. If you were to guess, you would say this wasn’t a hotel, but a palace that was a few hundred years old, though the building looks like it has been recently renovated.
There are many floors and many windows. There’s a large fountain where the water soars in arcs and sparkles in the moonlight like jewels.
The immaculately trimmed trees dotting the grounds are in full bloom. Pink petals dot branches.
Kazimir looks at you. “Do you like it?”
You smile and tell him how much you love it.
His man opens the door.
Kaz leaves and then holds his hand out for you.
Seconds later, you both walk into the lobby.
The lights are low, filling the air with romantic mood lighting. The doorman wears a black tie and suit.
The lobby is large with ornate marble floors, crystal chandeliers, exquisite silver and gold fixtures, soft chairs and couches, an old fashion bar, and a live jazz band. A sweet perfume fills the air.
A woman walks up to you in an elegant gown and hands Kazimir and you glass flutes full of sparkling champagne.
You take sip as Kazimir guides you away.
The woman turns to Kazimir. “The items that you have requested have been delivered to your suite, sir.”
He nods and takes you to the elevator.
You take another sip of your champagne and wonder what she is talking about.
Once you approach the elevators, he leans your way. “I have had several designer bags, shoes, and outfits sent to the suite.”
Shock and delight run through you.
“Keep whatever you want. My men have brought you suitcases. Fill them.”
You grin.
“However, once we’re in Moscow, there will be more shopping.”
The elevator doors open.
Kazimir leads you into it.
Misha follows.
Kazimir holds up his hand. “Take the next one, cousin.”
Misha rolls his eyes and backs off. “This new lion is annoying.”
The elevator doors close, and Kazimir is back to devouring you, so much so that your glass and his fall to the carpeted floor. Champagne spills everywhere.
The elevator rises.
He has you pinned against the wall, pressing his body firmly into yours. His lips trample over your mouth like a desperate beast. His teeth nibble your bottom lip. His tongue glides into your mouth, tasting you down to your soul.
You moan from all the pleasure.
He slides his hands up the coat that you’re wearing. They move over your curves and squeeze.
You moan, “Kazimir.”
“I can’t wait to get you in this suite.” He groans in desire. “Or should I fuck you here?”
You moan as your nipples harden.
He’s back to nipping at your lips. He’s biting the curve of your neck. He’s tasting and devouring it. Your pussy gets wet. And his hands are all over you, caressing your thighs and slipping between them. He brushes his fingertips against your pussy and you’re ready to explode.
The elevator doors open.
He pulls away and licks his lips.