Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Miranda’s last words stayed with him even after they had parted ways when the elevator took her back to her floor and he stayed on to reach the fifteenth level.
Although a large part of Nik violently rejected the way Miranda had described his arrangement with Daria, he also knew it was no different from what he himself had done yesterday with Daria.
Miranda had only spoken the truth. Daria was a woman only meant for fucking, and he was the idiot who had thought otherwise.
DARIA QUICKLY CAME to her feet the moment the door to the conference room opened. She had memorized her introduction to the letter, worked hard last night on her mood board, and she had taken the time to craft several handmade samples of the menu and name cards for the kids’ tables in Miranda’s planned wedding. As far as she was concerned, it was a wedding that wasn’t going to happen, but even so she didn’t want to do her job half-assed.
Nik was the first one to enter the room, looking imposingly beautiful in his dark gray suit. She managed a polite smile, not wanting to accidentally give anything away about their past. She waited for other people to come in, but instead the door swung shut behind Nik...and remained shut.
Daria blinked. “Umm, I thought this was a meeting with the design team?”
“You thought wrong.” Ice sheathed Nik’s voice, and she realized then that Nik was in the worst of moods. A moment later, and she was gasping, caught by surprise as Nik yanked her to him, his mouth crushing hers. Heat mingled with surprise, but before she could even decide whether she wanted to kiss him back or ask what was wrong, Nik had moved again.
Tearing his mouth off hers, Nik flipped her around and pushed her down on the conference table. Her shock intensified when she felt Nik reach for her panties under her skirt—-
A whimper escaped her as she heard the silk rip, and she couldn’t help whimpering again when she heard Nik unzipping himself.
She thought of stopping him. Of telling him that he couldn’t do this – couldn’t just start taking her underwear off to fuck her without saying a word.
But she didn’t.
Because who was she kidding? She was already wet at the thought of having Nik make love to her, her body trembling and becoming extra sensitive by the second.
When she felt the head of his cock nudge against the slick entrance of her sex from behind, Daria’s knees started to buckle and she hurriedly gripped the edge of the table with one hand while the other curled into a fist on the surface.
Another second, and he was sliding inside her—-
Up, up, up, up, up——
The full length of Nik’s engorged cock entered her.
Oh God, she had missed this!
It was bliss. Sheer total bliss. The pleasure was so acutely perfect that her eyes rolled back and her mouth parted in a silent moan. Behind her, Nik had released a low growl, and his fingers dug hard into the sides of her hips as he started to thrust.
Each thrust felt deeper and harder, and her fingers tightened around the table’s edge as the force of Nik’s thrusts rocked her body.
“Nik.” She couldn’t help gasping his name, couldn’t help shuddering as the rhythm of his thrusts changed. It was more raw and rougher now, and oh God, she couldn’t get enough of it.
Up, up, up, uuuuup——
Nik slapped her naked butt, just hard enough for the sting to be agonizingly pleasurable. And then he was pounding into her. She started to pant. Behind her, his balls slapped noisily against the back of her legs. It was an erotic sound, as arousing as hearing the slick slide of his cock in and out of her pussy.
Sliiiiiiiip. Slaaaaaaap.
Pleasure started to build inside Daria’s body, and her breath caught. Oh God, anytime now—-
Uuuuuuuuup——
Nik pushed her down flat on the table so he could deepen his thrusts.
Her eyes rolled back again, but this time it wasn’t enough. “Please,” she gasped. “Harder.”
Nik’s response was to grip her by the hair, and after tightening his hold on her long dark locks, he gave Daria what she wanted. He rammed her with his cock, so hard that the table – all twelve feet of it – moved several inches across the floor. Even so, he didn’t stop, only following her and thrusting into her nonstop.
One hand still holding her hair, Nik bent down, his chest pressing against her back, his cock still sliding in and out of her. She felt him curve his other arm around her body.
Oh God, oh God—-
His fingers brushed the aching nub hidden between her swollen folds. He rubbed it hard as he drove in and out of her sex, the rhythm of his fingers and cock matching each other in pace.