Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 141532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Her clit pulsed at the raw sexiness of his demand. Her sheath clenched. What about him made her feel so helplessly compelled to do anything he told her? And why did she love it so much? And him? Why did she love him so much? She sucked on his fingers, tasting herself, tasting her need of him. Her hunger for him.
“I’m through with your indecision, kotyonok, and I’m not a man to tolerate something when I’m through. I didn’t like your behavior today and you’re never going to act like that again. You will apologize to my cousin.”
That would be a bitter pill. He might deserve an apology, but he was such a jerk sometimes. She knew Mitya saw it on her face that the last thing she wanted to do was tell his cousin she was sorry for anything.
The look on Mitya’s face scared her as he stood up. He caught the towel he had around his waist with one hand, pulled it off and tossed it aside. His cock was standing straight up. Thick. Feral. Long. Her gaze went to his erection and got caught there. He was amazing. Just looking at him put the wild taste of him in her mouth. She licked her lips.
What they’d done earlier had been unexpected and even a little difficult, but she’d loved it and she wanted to do it again. She loved the feel and shape of him, the heat and silk over steel of him. He was beautiful, and he could make her feel so good.
He put one knee on the bed beside her hip and bent his head to her breast. He sucked her left mound into the hot cavern of his mouth. His tongue was wicked, flicking and slapping at her nipple and then pressing the tight bud to the roof of his mouth. His teeth scraped back and forth, alternately gentle and then hard so that she wasn’t certain what she was feeling. Each time his teeth bit down, lightning shot from her nipples to her clit.
He tugged and rolled her nipple and then lavished more attention on it, sucking and teasing with his tongue and teeth. Her breath came in ragged sobs by the time he lifted his head, his hands busy, sliding a small ring over the bud and then tightening it. She gasped and looked down to see him twisting a clamp.
“What are you doing?” Fire spread. Kept spreading. The heat didn’t stay on her nipple but spread through her body, until she felt like she might come apart. She couldn’t tell if she was feeling pleasure or pain, only that her sheath was pulsing, every nerve ending alive from her breasts to her sex.
Mitya didn’t answer her. He bent his head to her right breast and began all over. She was helpless to do anything but watch the lights play in his damp hair. He used his mouth ruthlessly, expertly. His tongue was a weapon of pleasure, his teeth moving between pain and pleasure until her head was spinning and she was crying out with need. Her hips wouldn’t stop moving, no matter how hard she tried to keep them still. Once more, his fingers were tugging and rolling and pinching, pulling her nipple into that tight bead that he pushed the ring over. Fire came. Hot. Wild. Out of control. Spreading through her until she wanted to beg him for release.
He sat back and regarded her with that same intense, focused look. “I’ve told you the rules, Ania, and what I expect of you, but you don’t seem to think I’m serious. I am. I’m not letting you go. I’ll make you happy every damn day of your life, but you will follow the few rules I have laid out for you.”
She shook her head, trying to form a coherent thought when her body was so close to crashing over the edge. “They aren’t a few rules, Mitya, it’s a dictatorship. I knew you’d be like this. I was hesitant for a reason.”
Almost idly he reached down and flicked the three little bells that fell from her nipple onto the side of her breast. They sounded a little muffled and he picked them up and tugged. She gasped and tried to sit up more to keep the fire from bursting through her nipple.
“I suppose you could call it a dictatorship, if that’s what you’d like. You want me. You want us.” He tugged again, his gaze on her face as her breath burst out of her in a rush. “You want this, don’t you? Who else knows what you need, kotyonok?”
She couldn’t look away and that light was on her face, showing him everything. Revealing exactly what her needs were. There was no way to hide from that light. She loved what he was doing and at the same time she was afraid. That thrill of the unknown added to the intensity, that and the way he didn’t change expression. He simply looked at her as if she belonged to him. As if her body belonged to him and he could play to his heart’s content.