Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Finally, Mykolas thought as the most dominant part of him exulted at the realization that his Velvet was within reach at long last. She was spectacularly beautiful, her every feature exotic and vibrantly alive. Her hair burned red gold under the museum’s gentle overhead lights, long flowing tresses that swayed against her back. Her eyes were a lively shade of green, molten jade that could turn into a turbulent sea if she was mad...or aroused.
The thought had him looking at her lips, her wonderfully pink colored lips, so beautifully plump they tempted him to sink his teeth into them so he could know how soft it was.
Velvet swallowed. “You’re staring at me.” And, Velvet was ashamed to admit, the way he was staring at her made Velvet feel hot and bothered. Restlessness churned inside her, making her dress feel like it had suddenly turned into a heavy, suffocating chain of armor. She wanted to get out of her dress. She wanted to be naked. And she wanted to be in his arms.
Dear God, how in the world had Mykolas Sallis been able to turn her into a full-fledged slut overnight?
He didn’t smile. “You’re staring at me as well.”
“I can’t help it,” she quipped to hide her nervousness. “You look so pretty.”
This time, his lips curved slightly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His smile widened at the look of frustration that flashed in her expressive green eyes. “Were you perhaps trying to taunt me into having a reaction?”
She was, but she would rather die than admit it. “Of course not.”
“You only have to ask, and I shall give it to you.”
She knew right away what he meant and she snarled, “Never.”
Mykolas laughed, the full-bodied sound dark, sweet, and forbidden. It made her senses come alive and caused her nipples to prick against the cotton fabric of her dress.
When he stepped forward, she immediately tried to move back, but his hands were suddenly there, one hand going around her waist and another clasping her hip. Her body slammed against his the next second, his engorged cock immediately making itself felt as it pulsed strongly against the softness of her belly. The contact had Mykolas gritting his teeth and Velvet quickly swallowing back a whimper.
When she looked up at Mykolas, his face was devoid of any softness. It was harsh, his eyes lit up with fierce lust, and his voice was gravelly as he demanded, “Tell me.”
She shook her head defiantly, but a cry broke out from her as he pulled her more tightly against him and began grinding his cock against her already-drenched pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut, Velvet not wanting him to see just how much his cock was tormenting her.
“Tell me.” He ground his erection harder against her.
“Why do you want me to say it? Isn’t it enough that you made me ask to see you? Is this some kind of power trip for you just so you know that you’ve succeeded—-”
“I want you to say it,” he growled, “because I want to hear, I want to goddamn know that I’ve made you mine since you’ve already made me yours.”
His words hung between them like a bomb that could detonate any second, and the air around them became rife with sexual tension.
Velvet’s wide-eyed gaze was filled with incredulity. She couldn’t believe he had said that he was...hers. “Did you really just fucking say you were...mine?”
Mykolas glared at her. “Did you really just say ‘fucking’? Don’t you know what that’s making me want to do?”
Even with him glaring at her, Velvet couldn’t help but smile. He really had said it. He had said he was hers. The sheer beauty of the thought had her senses reeling, her body tightening in anticipation at the knowledge that soon, she could be truly his, too.
She whispered, “I want you to kiss me, Mykolas Sal—-”
Fingers sunk into her hair, her head brought up, and lips that were firm and smooth at the same time crushed hers.
Velvet gasped at the kiss. It was blatantly sexual, fiercely passionate, and unapologetically possessive. With that one kiss, Mykolas was branding her as his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and right after, Mykolas hefted her up, causing her to gasp and automatically wrap her legs around his waist.
Without breaking their kiss, Mykolas walked them towards the end of the hall, where he could have her leaning against the wall. Keeping her up against the wall with just one arm, he used his other hand to take a hold of the skirt of her dress.
“Mykolas!” His name was torn out of her as she felt him rip the skirt out of the way. But he only kissed her again, harder, his tongue diving into her mouth as his hand continued to move.
Riiiip.
She gasped against his mouth as Mykolas ripped her lace panties off her, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Cool air-conditioned air kissed her legs, causing her wetness to scent the room, and she flushed in embarrassment.