Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
“Everything okay?” Ivan asks sweetly.
He’s so attentive to me, aware of my every move. It’s amazing how I didn’t notice before this little getaway. It’s so much more romantic than any honeymoon with Niko could’ve been. And I’ve started to learn who Ivan really is.
“Just cold,” I lie.
“Must be why I can see your nipples through your shirt,” he teases in my ear, groping a breast.
My knees go weak, and I’m dying for more contact. It’s a balancing act, though. I can’t let Ivan know how desperate I am for him without losing the small amount of power I’ve managed to store up.
Instead, I bat him away, pretending to be annoyed at the gesture. He chuckles into my ear and takes a step back. I miss him instantly.
When I get back to my room, I see that my new computer has already been set up for me. Everyone here is so thoughtful. Now I’ll be able to work on my schoolwork in my own space. When I eventually move into Ivan’s room, because at that point it’s an absolute given, I may use this room as my personal office. It’s only right that we should both have one.
I don’t share any of this with him, of course. I’m already dreading the shit-eating grin he’s going to have when I tell him that I want to sleep in his room. That I want to have him inside of me every night. I still refuse to admit that I’m his, though. He doesn’t get to own me.
As we’re eating dinner, I tell him that I’d like to venture out of the apartment more.
“I think that’s a great idea.” He smiles, taking a swig of his wine. “I just have a couple stipulations.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. Here we go. Everything comes with a price.
“No, listen,” he says seriously. “I want to make sure you’re safe. I just ask that you don’t venture too far away from the apartment, and you take a bodyguard when you’re out.”
“A bodyguard?” I ask incredulously. “You don’t trust me?”
He sighs and eyes me. “You know that’s not the problem,” he answers wearily. “I don’t trust your family. And I don’t want you to get hurt.”
The sentiment touches me. Of course, I’m not worried about my family hurting me. I don’t think they would. Besides calling me a “whore”, no one has done anything awful to me. Mostly they’ve just ignored me. I won’t lie and say it doesn’t hurt, but I’ve accepted this is just the way things are now.
“Couldn’t you just come with me?” I ask, moving off my chair and onto my knees.
He watches me, swallowing hard. That’s not the only thing that’s hard. He’s already excited for me.
“I can’t be with you all the time, Katrina,” he says, trying to maintain an authoritative tone but failing miserably.
I wrinkle my nose at his use of my name. “Call me Kat or Katie, but don’t call me Katrina,” I tell him, looking up at him from around his knees.
My hands are already at his belt buckle and his eyes are half closed.
“Fine, Kat,” he breathes. “But you have to start calling me Johnny.”
I smile. He told me his parents used to call him Johnny, and I wasn’t ready for something so intimate yet. Now, though, I want to be his everything.
“Okay, Johnny,” I whisper, my hands dipping under his waistband. “Does this mean you’ll come with me to explore the city?”
He hisses as I wrap my hand around his member. “I’ll do my best,” he whispers.
“I think I can incentivize you to do better than that,” I say, relinquishing him from his prison and pulling him into my mouth.
I’ve obviously never given a blowjob before, but I’ve been captivated by the thought since our first night. I want to taste him the way he tasted me. I want him to come apart inside my mouth so I can swallow him down.
He moans my name as my lips slide up and down his shaft, his hand gripping the back of my neck. He guides me, whether intentionally or not, and I happily follow his instructions. I lap him up, running my tongue down every inch of him.
I take him as far into my mouth as I can manage, wrapping my hands around the rest of him that won’t fit. I run one hand along his balls, causing him to cry out. He likes that a lot. I continue to massage them as I lick and suck and grope.
He shatters under my touch, emptying his seed into the back of my throat. I swallow him, hungrily. When he’s finished, I let him out of my mouth with a small pop noise and stand up. He watches me slowly, looking like he might pass out.
“You thought that was all?” I ask him, cocking my eyebrow.