Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
I pump into both holes simultaneously, and she pushes back to take me deeper, arching her back. My cock strains hard against my zipper, but now that I suspect she’s a virgin, I can’t take her. Not tonight when she’s been drinking. It would be wrong—even if she is my wife.
“Maxim—Gospodi.” She clenches both holes, drawing my digits deeper as she comes with a strangled cry. I continue to rub her clit until her muscles stop squeezing and pulsing. Until she sinks back into the bed, all the tension in her body releasing.
I lean over and bite her shoulder, then kiss the center of her back. “Good girl. You took your punishment so well, sugar.” I ease my fingers out and go to the bathroom to wash up and bring her a damp washcloth. She’s already half-sleep, the alcohol and her orgasm sending her off into dreamland. I manage to get her under the covers and then undress, turn off the light, and crawl in beside her.
She’s completely naked and right beside me.
Every part of me wants to roll her over and fuck her until the bed breaks, but somehow I manage to keep a leash on my lust.
I settle instead for spooning my glorious, naughty bratva princess and cupping her dripping wet pussy possessively.
“This pussy is mine,” I growl into her ear, even though she’s mostly asleep. I stroke her swollen, slick sex. “It gets wet for me, doesn’t it? Only for me.”
Her breath catches a bit, and she stirs, pushing her backside against my straining cock.
“I’m the only man who will ever know how fucking sweet it is. How it feels when you’re swollen and needy. How it tastes when you’re trembling against my mouth.”
She lets out a whimper-sigh.
“You were a good girl to save yourself for me.”
Her breathing stops.
After a moment of holding it, she rolls over to face me, her hands finding my chest in the darkness. “How did you know?”
I gather her against my body, ignoring the powerful need to consummate our marriage. To pound between those milky thighs until she screams herself hoarse. “Am I right?”
She whimpers and tucks her face into my shoulder after a few moments, her breathing evens out again, and I realize she’s fallen back to sleep.
It’s answer enough. My bride is innocent.
Not for long, though.
I will pop that cherry before we return to Chicago.
Chapter 10
Sasha
I wake naked in a room in Chateau Marmont with Maxim’s longer body spooned behind mine, his hand palming my breast, his cock twitching against my ass.
Gospodi.
My face heats as the memories from last night flood in. How much of my true self I revealed—my hurt over his rejection. My virginity.
Ack!
Was that why he didn’t have sex with me last night? Was he being a gentleman?
I realize with a squirmy feeling in my belly that I think that was exactly it.
And I don’t like to think of Maxim as a gentleman. I want to keep believing he’s the bad guy.
It makes things much easier.
Navigating a new forced marriage to a guy I actually want? A guy whose love I crave like my next breath?
That’s a different story. One I could slip into so easily.
I don’t want to become that needy, pathetic, desperate-for-attention teenager again. I fucking hate her.
So I flip the script. I can’t wait in this bed, trembling like a flower to feel what it’s like to have my virginity plucked by the husband my father forced on me. I’m not going to be the medieval princess! I turn in bed, pushing Maxim to his back with a hand on his inked chest.
His eyes snap open and lock onto mine, curiosity glinting there.
I’m used to him making the first move. He’s the aggressor. I dodge and retreat. So for one second, out of habit, I wait for his reaction. I expect him to say or do something. To tell me to stop or go on. But his lids droop as he waits, and just like that, all the power flows to me.
To keep it, I have to pretend he’s someone else—one of the college guys I plucked from a bar or one of my father’s dumber soldiers. Some guy who lets me call all the shots. I trail my fingernail down his chest as I straddle him. I flick his nipple with my fingernail until it peaks while I crawl backward, taking the sheets with me.
His cock springs up in greeting. I grasp the base firmly and lower my mouth, watching his eyes darken. I flick the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue—just a tease.
A muscle ticks near Maxim’s nose—like the start of a snarl, but then it quickly smooths. The sight of it makes my heart beat faster.
It’s not Maxim. It’s some boy-toy. Someone easy to play.
I squeeze the base of his dick and lick all around his mushroom head. A drop of pre-cum leaks from his slit, and I lick it off. I sense his impatience. He doesn’t like the tease. Or maybe he does—I can’t tell. Maybe I’m just nervous. But I stop delaying and engulf as much of his cock as I can get into my mouth all at once.