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)
“No. I said any hint of a stomach will have their attention veering away from you.” He lowers his eyes to my flat stomach. “You don’t have an ounce of weight on your midsection.”
I snatch the dress firmly enough to rip it before attempting to be as cruel to his ego. “Because I worked it off in Italy with Tommaso.”
As I yank off the dress with no care that I am popping several threads, Alek mumbles, “Lie to me again, драгоценный, and I’ll fuck the rest of them out of you.”
“You can’t fuck lies out of people.”
Before I can blink, he grips my hips and drags me back. I moan like a nympho returning from a four-year sabbatical when he grinds his dick against the seam of my ass. He isn’t hard—regretfully—but he doesn’t need to be to get my libido’s attention. “Wanna bet, драгоценный.” He rolls his hips another handful of times, turning my brain to mush before asking, “Tell me again about your time with Tommaso?”
“Who?”
Alek smiles, firms his grip enough to ensure I’ll know for hours exactly where he touched me, then takes a step back. “I think you were right. Dress number one was a far better choice.” He collects it from the floor before handing it back to me. “There’s just one issue.” His eyes drop to the scant bit of material now clinging to an intimate region of my body. “You won’t be needing these.”
Without a single objection firing from my mouth, he hooks his thumbs into my panties then slowly lowers them to my feet. Only when I step out of them do his eyes lock with mine. He stares at me for several panty-wetting seconds before he lifts the scrap of cotton to his nose and inhales deeply.
His growl sets me on fire, but it has nothing on the tremor that racks through me when he slides them into the pocket of his trousers before he returns to his full height. “I’ll hold these for safekeeping. If I don’t get to taste your arousal tonight, I’ll be able to smell it while stroking my cock.”
It has been years since his mouth has been on my pussy, but it is acting as if he still knows every intimate detail of it. I guess that can be expected for how thoroughly he studied it when we were together. He forever had his head between my legs—even the morning he left my bed for Stace’s.
The reminder sees me slipping the dress over my head before pulling my bra out of the strapless opening. Although I’d rather keep my hair down, I pull it up with an elastic then use some pins out of my purse to make my messy bun appear more sophisticated and sleek. I applied makeup this morning, but I add an extra coat of mascara to my lashes to amplify the lusty gleam in them before spinning to face Alek.
I don’t need his approval for tonight’s event. I’m merely requesting permission to leave the dressing room. I need to catch up with Yev before he leaves me stranded to Alek’s charm again. I’m not strong enough for this, even more so when his permission is granted with a pledge.
“Whatever they told you to steal your confidence isn’t true, and I plan to prove it.”
There is nothing but a promise in his eyes, and it has me hopeful he will follow through with his guarantee this time around.
10
ALEK
Where the fuck are you, Anastasia, I mumble to myself when the chairs around the poker tables fill with the backsides of the who’s who of Russia. Yev said they’d arrive fifteen minutes before registration. It’s about to close.
I knew I should have driven her myself. I would have if I had any chance of shutting down my possessiveness when it comes to Anastasia. She puts my head in a tailspin, and I spend the next hour banging my chest like a Neanderthal.
I’ve always been super over the top with my alphaness when it comes to her. I wouldn’t even let an experienced artist tattoo my bitemarks onto her ass because I didn’t want another man that close to her. I studied the art for six months before I tested them on myself. My initials in the crevice of Anastasia’s left thigh were my first attempt on her. She can’t spread her legs without anyone seeing ALK. Add that to my teeth imprint on her ass, and I thought I had every region covered.
I was wrong. Her tits, which are the first thing I notice when she finally arrives, need something as trademarked as the three-word tattoo on the skin between my right thumb and forefinger.
Ana’s throat here.
“What the fuck took you so long?”
Yev squashes himself between me and the old geezer next to me before ordering a drink. “Traffic was a bitch—”