Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Can I?” Ana asks when her eyes land on the walk-in closet.
I jerk up my chin. “Take what you want. They’re all yours anyway.”
As she rummages through years of clothing, I prop my shoulder onto the doorjamb and watch her. I may as well get comfortable. She’s going to be here for hours.
When we started knocking down walls to make my studio into an apartment, we didn’t have enough clothes between us to fill a set of drawers.
Before she left, we had side-by-side walk-in closets that were once studios.
I thought we had the world at our feet, then it crumbled.
“Why aren’t you digging in the back?” I ask when Ana’s attention rarely veers from the first few racks. “That’s where you keep all your good stuff.”
Forever worried about getting robbed, she stashed her favorite things in the hardest places to grab them. If you do a grab-and-run, you’ll only ever get the things she was handed down or paid for herself. You won’t get close to her designer babies.
Another migraine presents in a hurry when Ana replies, “I’m fine here. This stuff is great.”
“That stuff is knock-off and cheap. It won’t keep you warm.” I pluck her up from the floor and walk her to the far corner of the space. “Start here and work your way back to the door.”
“I can’t take this stuff, Alek. They’re not mine.”
I try to simmer my anger—try and boil it down. It is a damn waste of time. “How the fuck aren’t they yours? I bought them for you.”
“Exactly. You bought them, not me.”
She tries to step past me, but I block her path. Her closet is huge but I’m a fucking giant. “Don’t make me threaten you again, драгоценный. Not in a confined space. Not in an area where there’s no one to save you from me.”
When her neck flutters instead of forcefully swallowing as expected, my anger switches to want in an instant. The shouting, the anger, the violence. It all makes sense now.
We fought as foreplay.
Then we made up by fucking.
It is the way we’re programmed.
“Unless that’s why you’re pushing me?” I step closer, forcing her to merge into the outfits she’s disowning. “Because you want me to punish you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Her tone is low, her expression bland. She would fool any man who didn’t know her as well as I do. “Why would I do such a thing?”
“Because the sex was always out of this world, but it went to an entirely different galaxy when you pissed me off.”
Her lack of reply sinks her ruse and confirms my theory.
We won’t step past anything we’re facing with words.
She needs my dick.
“Five…”
Her hot breath hits my cheek when she mutters, “Alek. Don’t. This isn’t why I’m here.”
“Four…”
A flash darts through her eyes before she tries to suppress it. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Three...”
I grow worried I can’t read her like I once could when I mutter, “Two…”
There’s no reason to fret. Not another syllable seeps from my lips before she darts past me and sprints out of the dressing room.
If she didn’t want me to chase her, she would have remained put.
Anastasia’s fantasy is being hunted, and I chased her a minimum of once a month during our three years together. Once we even took our adventures outdoors. I’d never been so hard as I was when I took her in camo gear in the middle of a forest.
Except perhaps now. My cock is braced against the zipper of my jeans, begging to be freed.
“Soon,” I murmur to myself while taking off after Anastasia.
I find her in the entryway and catch up to her before she makes it outside. “I found you.”
As I squash her head to the door like a police officer would a perp, I drop my hand to her teeny tiny shorts. Once they’re huddled around her knees and shredded enough she won’t ever be able to wear them again, I free my erection from my jeans.
“You better fucking hope your quick dash made you wet, or I’m going to tear you in half.”
Her mews tell me everything I need to know.
She is fucking drenched.
My endeavor to keep her contained and enter her isn’t pretty. It is rough and unhinged, much like the hold I place on her head to keep her still, but my fucking god, it is the equivalent of heaven when I finally sink into her.
“Did you really think you could outrun me?” I drive into her on repeat, loving the tightness of her pussy walls as they cling to me, equally pained by the intrusion as they are turned on. “That I wouldn’t track you down and make you mine… again.” I drag her hair away from her face, then force her head back to look at me. “You’ll never be free of me.”