Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“We have to stop,” I whispered.
“Why do you keep trying to run away?” he asked. “I haven’t even started with you.”
I couldn’t respond. Instead, I began to push away, from him, frantic for him to let me go.
“No,” he snarled. “Not before I’ve had you.” Grabbing both the waistband of my panties and jeans, he tugged them down my legs. Lifting me off the ground, he kicked away the crumpled clothes.
I was standing buck naked in front of him.
With a groan, he dropped his head and sucked on the wildly throbbing pulse at my throat. While I was distracted by the sensation, his lips completely possessed mine again.
I was nothing but a wimp against the wall.
Without thinking, my thighs spread open when I felt the rock-hard shaft he pushed at my entrance. He stroked the thick head up and down my swollen, soaked sex. Like an animal in heat, I lifted my leg and held on for the ride.
Lowering himself slightly, he plunged into me.
Jesus Christ. It took my breath away. My eyes were jammed shut, as the euphoria of the kind of fiery, livid lust I’d never known completely possessed me. I heard a groan.
Whether it came from him, or me I couldn’t tell—not that I cared.
Yuri Volkov fucked me so hard my legs completely left the floor. His cock ramming brutally and ceaselessly into me. I couldn’t match his thrusts. Neither could I keep up with his hunger or virility, so I just wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and hung on, as tears rolled down my cheeks for a second time that evening.
He swore in Russian, while I pulled on his hair needing to vent at his delicious assault.
To my shock, I climaxed again. This time it was like an explosion. As Charlotte would say, ‘un-fuckin-real’. As my pussy convulsed around his thick cock, my entire being shuddering uncontrollably.
It tipped him over the edge and he joined me.
Together, we groaned, grunted and fought to catch our breaths. The first time he made me come, it had been easy to remain soundless, but with the fragments of my senses that I still had a hold on, it registered that I would most probably have trouble speaking or even walking for the next few days. I felt bruised all over and violated, in the most delicious way I could’ve ever possibly dreamed.
My lips glided across his face in search of his mouth, and I kissed him, deeply, afraid that this moment would never come again. He allowed it and then I felt his thick cock slide out of me.
I was leaking, both his juices and mine, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt. Oh God, I’d let him come inside me! I panicked and held on tighter refusing to break the kiss or my hold. Just wanting to pretend everything was okay. I could stay in this room like this forever.
He was the one who pulled away.
I was too afraid to open my eyes.
Silence grew between us, and when it became too painful to bear, I brushed my sweat dampened hair across my shoulders, and without looking at him began to arrange myself in order. The walk of shame just started. I picked my panties off the floor. If he apologized, or if he said this was a mistake, or if he said we could just pretend this never happened, I swear, I would kill him in his sleep. But he didn’t say that.
“I didn’t take any precautions” he stated, his voice strangely hoarse.
My gaze flew to his face.
He looked actually a bit shocked, as if this had never happened to him either. He shook his head. “I had a condom in my pocket, but I didn’t think to use it.”
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it,” I said quickly, and pulled my panties and jeans back in place.
I saw him reach for me and I was suddenly so alarmed, I moved out of the way. Our gazes met and I could see the anger in his.
All he’d wanted was to help me.
“I’m fine,” I said, and focused on straightening my T-shirt. I listened as he arranged himself and pulled up his trousers. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
Towering quite considerably over me, I felt his shadow looming over me.
“You’ll still have to learn to shoot,” he said, before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.
Only then, did I lift my head and let out a strange wail of bewilderment.
Chapter 16
April
I dragged my luggage down the stairs before anyone else awoke, and hid it in the closet by the foyer. Exhausted from a night of sleep deprivation, I spent most of the night worrying about how I would tell Yulia I was leaving. I’d promised I would stay and help her. I knew she was frightened about something, but I just couldn’t keep my word. Yuri was devoted to her and he would eventually find someone else to help her.