Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I don’t have all day,” Vitaly calls from the other side of the door.
“Day?” I poke my head out. “Day? As in the next one? How long did you knock me out for?” I walk into the bedroom and notice he’s changed into a different suit.
“You slept through the night,” he tells me.
Well, crap. I wonder if my father noticed my absence yet. “Okay.” I wring my fingers together in front of me, unsure of what to do next. Vitaly isn’t going to marry me, but he did make a few dark promises. Might as well get on with it. “So you said you’re going to ruin me. Before you send me back to my father.”
He goes to speak, but before he can, I hold out a finger and talk over him.
"Just so you know, I could have dipped your toothbrush in the toilet, but I didn't." I inform him of my kindness. "Keep that in mind before you go ruining me. Like cutting off my toes and fingers."
Then I glance at the finger in front of me telling him to stop, and I jerk my hand behind my back.
Why am I giving him ideas?
Chapter Six
VITALY
I tuck my hands in my pockets as I look Pru up and down. “So let me get this straight. You think that when I said I was going to ruin you that I meant cutting off your body parts?”
She shrugs a shoulder and begins to look uncertain. “Yeah?”
“And because you didn’t put my toothbrush in the toilet, you think you should get to keep all your digits.”
“Well, yes?” Again, she answers like a question.
“Hmm.” I press my lips together as I let my eyes roam slowly over her body.
It doesn’t take long for her to fidget under my gaze, and I wonder if anyone has ever looked at her like I am. I’m well aware of what she’s doing to me, but I know she’s innocent. Her father would have kept his men far away from her. He would have made sure that she was pure for her wedding night. It’s just too bad she won’t be when I’m done with her.
“Take off your hoodie,” I tell her and then walk over to the window and yank open the black-out drapes. Sunlight pours across the room and lights up the dark space.
Last night I slept beside her and kept my hands to myself. I woke up early this morning and got ready for the day, but instead of going down to my office, I pulled a chair next to the bed. I watched her for a few hours while I worked, so it wasn’t like I was only staring at her. At least that's what I told myself.
Grabbing the chair from beside the bed, I turn it around to face her. I sit back and relax my elbows on the arms of the chair before I let out a long sigh. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Clearly I need to remind her that I’m the one in charge.
“But I don’t have anything under it,” she says and then watches as I clench my hand into a fist.
Now that the light is on her, I can see the blush of her cheeks. She’s shy, and the sight of it turns me on. I can’t remember the last time I got hard at the sight of a woman. If ever, really. But something about Pru puts me on edge. I can’t control my reactions to her, and I despise it. All while craving more.
I wait, refusing to back down, and eventually she realizes her position. She doesn’t have a choice. The power over her makes my cock throb, and I have to adjust myself.
Pru grabs the bottom of her hoodie and slowly raises it over her head. She tosses it to the ground unceremoniously, and I stare at every soft inch of her. She’s got on a simple cotton bra, and I wonder why she isn’t wearing expensive silk. She deserves to be draped in diamonds, and I make a mental note to buy her something pretty to wear.
She must feel the heat of my gaze because she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. At first, she tries to cross them over her chest, but all it does is push her tits up.
“Now the leggings,” I order. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I drag my finger across my bottom lip and try not to blink. I don’t want to miss anything.
She lets out a frustrated huff before shoving her leggings down and kicking them off next to her hoodie. I swallow hard when I see that her panties match her bra. It’s probably the least sexy thing she could ever put on, but I’ve never been more turned on.
Reaching between my legs, I have to adjust myself again. My cock is pushing painfully against my boxer briefs, but I have nowhere else for it to go. Pru’s eyes follow the movement, and I don’t miss how they widen. She knows I’m hard for her, and maybe now she’s understanding what I meant by ruining her.