Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Viktor sat up and my eyes closed as his lips found my throat, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. I was helpless, but I didn’t want to fight this—not anymore.
“I have missed seeing you blush like this.” His voice vibrated through my body, and I started to feel hotter, tighter, my skin itching with need.
He ran his hand up and down my sides before moving to my back. His fingers slid up my spine, leisurely, so slowly…I started to twitch in his arms, rubbing harder against him. My pussy clenched, and I swore I felt the sparks throughout my body. Viktor started to thread his fingers into my hair. He fisted it in his hand and pulled my head back.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered harshly.
The moment I opened my eyes, my gaze landed on his. His dark ones were filled with heat, and they were intense. I had to blink and look away.
There was a hollow ache between my thighs, feeling the need to be filled, to be taken. “Please,” I begged.
Viktor’s lips quirked up, devilishly. “I love it when you beg. It makes me so fucking hard, myshka.”
He thrust upward as if to prove his point. His large bulge pressed hard, rubbing over my throbbing clit, and I let out another moan, my eyes widening. “Do you feel me? Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
I nodded speechlessly. All my words and my breath had been stolen from me. Viktor was a thief. He had stolen my heart, my soul…all of me.
“And you want that inside you? You want my fat cock inside you, baby? Say it.”
My lips parted once again, to say something, but I couldn’t. I did the only thing I could. I grabbed his face, and my lips were instantly devouring his. His tongue pushed past my lips, and I let him in, let him stroke the inside of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue before biting down on my lips. When I let out a hoarse whimper, something between the line of pleasure and pain, Viktor tsked darkly before he pulled away.
Quickly, he moved and the world tilted. Within seconds, he had me over my knees on the bed, my ass in the air, my thighs parted, and I was…naked. It happened so fast. The cold air brushed against my skin and my heated, wet center, and I shivered, trying to press my legs together again.
“No, don’t you dare.” Viktor moved his knees between my thighs, parting them again, until I was wide open for him.
Thick, blunt fingers played across my weeping opening. He pressed heavily over my pulsing nub before teasing my lips apart. His touch was warm, igniting something fierce and needy inside me.
His fingers were now slick with my juices, and he rubbed me, slowly at first. His touch was soft, so gentle. He teased me. He played me. He made me want more until I was pressing my face into the pillows and holding back my desperate cries.
The pressure between my thighs built and became unbearable. A deep flush rushed over my body, and I felt my insides turning hotter, soaking, tight…
Oh God.
His body molded over mine, his front pressing into my back. The curve of my ass fitted perfectly against his groin, and I felt his hard, big bulge between my thighs. His lips caressed my throat before he bit my earlobe gently.
“Pray all you want, myshka. But the only one coming tonight is you. God has no place here. Not tonight.”
I hadn’t realized I had said that out loud, but Viktor’s words made me grow more damp between my legs. I felt my slick juices coating the inner part of my thighs, and I clenched, as if to try and keep my pool of desires inside me.
My breath hitched when he cupped my throat and drew my head back. My back curved, my neck stretching up as he held me there. Without warning, Viktor pressed the heel of his palm against the hood of my throbbing clit and he rubbed me. Oh my—
I let out a cry when he unexpectedly pushed his finger right into my wet, waiting channel. So deep…
He pulled out and pushed back in, two fingers now. He rubbed my walls, his two fingers scissoring inside me, teasing, mastering my pleasure and forcing out loud, desperate moans from me. Viktor kept his palm pressed into my mound while he fingered me, pushing in me rough and deep.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle as he kept his body over mine, crowding my space, pushing into my back so I could feel all of him. “My cock is much bigger than my two fingers, Valerie. Thicker. Longer. Do you think you’re ready for that now?”
I could only moan in response. The image of him pushing his shaft inside me flashed behind my close lids, and I bit on my lips, shuddering at the thought of him forcing an orgasm out of me. Not with his fingers. But with his cock. Thrust after thrust. My body inviting him in, Viktor pushing inside me like he owned me.