Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
He’d practically smelled her arousal, could feel her heat, and he’d known if she hadn’t run off, and if he’d pushed a little harder, she would have submitted, given herself to him, in all ways.
He didn’t need a hardcore BDSM relationship. All Viktor needed was for Karina to be his, and he knew he wouldn’t stop until she admitted that being with him was the right thing to do.
Did he think fucking her would rid him of his obsession for her, get her out of his system? He didn’t know, but he had to find out if being with her sexually was all he wanted, or if Viktor wanted a hell of a lot more.
But the party was winding down, and the ones that were still left were nice and drunk, enjoying themselves, which had been the point—somewhat—of the party. Truth was another part of him had wanted to throw it to see Karina in a more personal atmosphere.
He stood in the back of the room, sipping bourbon from a crystal cut glass and watching her. She had switched to water after her fourth glass of champagne, and right now she was speaking with another staff member, and his focus was right on the roundness of her ass.
It was big, voluptuous, and he couldn’t help the desire that slammed into him. He’d been fighting it all night long, not wanting to get a hard-on, but also a part of him not giving a fuck if anyone saw.
The people she was speaking to branched off in other directions, and she was left standing there alone for a moment. But then she left, and he knew she was heading toward the restrooms in the back of the restaurant.
Viktor finished off his drink and followed her, but he was surprised she was standing in the hall looking at the framed photos on the walls of the celebrities that had frequented the establishment.
They’d rounded the corner, so the rest of the party couldn’t see them with a wall blocking their view, but Viktor liked the excitement that anyone could walk up to them and see what he was going to do to her. He moved closer until he was right behind her, inhaled the sweet, floral scent of her, and couldn’t stop himself from groaning. She spun around, a gasp leaving her, her eyes widening. She pressed her back to the wall, and he couldn’t help but move closer to her.
“I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone, Karina.”
Karina felt him before she even turned around, but now she got a look at Viktor right in front of her, his hair perfectly styled, his eyes piercing as he seemed to take in every part of her, the scent of him enveloping her in every sense of the word.
He stood so close to her she knew if anyone walked around the corner they’d certainly take notice of the intimacy of it all.
“You thought I forgot about what happened?” he asked, but she could see by his expression he already knew the answer.
“I thought you were too drunk and didn’t remember.”
God, why did I say that?
She could have slapped her hand over her mouth for the words that came out. But Viktor didn’t show any emotion, and instead moved an inch closer to her, lifted his hand, and placed his fingers around her wrist. He had his finger at her radial pulse, and she felt her heart beat faster, all from that small touch.
“I remember everything, Karina, and I want more.”
7
If Viktor considered himself a good guy, he would have let Karina walk away, wouldn’t have even put her in this situation. But he was determined in all things, and when he wanted something he didn’t stop until he got it.
She was here, with him, and he could tell she wanted this. But he wouldn’t go further until she actually said she wanted him. As he looked into her face, saw the rosy color of her cheeks, the way her lips were glossy and parted, and could see the rugged, arousal-filled expression in her eyes, Viktor knew she wouldn’t stop this.
She wanted it as much as he did, and that was a massive turn-on.
“You want me. I can see it in your face, the way you’re breathing, shifting on your feet. You want me as much as I want you.” He leaned down an inch and ran his nose up the side of her face. “Tell me.”
He placed his hand on her hip and moved it down. Viktor pulled back and stared right in her eyes, watched as her pupils dilated from her lust, and heard her suck in a breath of air. When he stopped at the hem of her dress, he swore she stopped breathing altogether... the same as he did. He’d never been this hard before, never needed a female so badly.