Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Her cat was . . . well, not pleased to see him. She was never happy to see anyone. But the feline didn’t find him quite as annoying as she found most people. She liked his strength, boldness, and determination. Even liked his playful streak, despite not being particularly playful herself.
Feigning indifference—or at least giving it her best shot—Mila sighed. “Don’t you think this is a little sad? You’re a grown man so bad at handling rejection that you absolutely have to seduce the girl just to reaffirm your sense of manliness.”
“It would be sad if you were right. I won’t deny that your unequivocal no pressed a button for me. But that wouldn’t have been enough to maintain my interest in you if there hadn’t been other things at play. I could list all those things, but you’ll just accuse me of feeding you shit to flatter my way into your panties.”
“I don’t wear panties, I wear thongs.”
He swallowed. “And now I know there is a God.”
Mila smiled before she could stop herself. “You’re insane.”
A group of girls stumbled out of the restroom, almost going ass over tit. Before they could bump into Mila, Dominic smoothly pulled her into the little alcove branching off the corridor. He gently straightened one of her curls and then let it go, smiling as it bounced back into shape. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you on that stage. I like watching you sing.”
Her brow creased. “Don’t you mean hearing me sing?”
“No, although I do love your voice. It’s all sex and sin and soul. I swear, you could sing the alphabet and my cock would get hard just listening to you. But I also love watching you perform. You get this intensity about you, like you’re crackling with energy. Your eyes gleam, your face gets all flushed, and your body oozes sex. And it makes me wonder if you look like that when you come.”
It wasn’t until her back hit the wall that Mila even realized he’d been slowly and expertly herding her backward. “Smoothly done, GQ. Now step aside.”
Instead, he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Shall I tell you what I want to do to you?” He breathed her in, filling his lungs with her. “I want to taste and nip that very bitable mouth. Want you naked beneath me so I can play with those pretty breasts and suck on those nipples. Want to spread your thighs and eat your pussy until you come all over my mouth. And then . . . then I’ll fuck you. There’ll be nothing slow or easy about it. I’ll fuck you hard and deep.” He slid his hand from her hip to her lower stomach, splaying his fingers wide as he added, “So fucking deep you’ll feel me right here. And you’ll come screaming.”
Mila silently moaned. The bastard really needed to stop talking. The air was thick with a sexual tension that purred against her skin.
Telling herself that he’d probably given that exact speech to dozens of different women, she lifted her chin. “Look, beneath all the weirdness, you seem like a nice guy. But I’ve told you before, I like men, not little boys. You want sex at its most basic, where there are no ties involved. That’s fine, but I want more than that. Which is why I’ll soon be moving to Russia.”
Dominic went completely still. “Moving to Russia?”
“For the arranged mating, remember?” Mila’s last word came out a little breathy, because he’d crowded her even more against the wall. Their bodies were pressed so close that Mila could feel his cock throbbing against her clit even through their clothes. Jesus, that was quite a lot of heat he was packing. Her cat unsheathed her claws, ready to rake at his face if he made a wrong move.
“You said it wasn’t official.”
“It’s not.”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “You’re immigrating to Russia, leaving your pride and family and friends . . . even though it’s not official?”
She shrugged. “I need a change of scenery.”
“There’s more to this.” Dominic sensed she was leaving out some details. “What are you determined to get away from?” He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip, fighting to keep his anger in check—yeah, he did know it was an illogical anger. “You’re not a runner. No, you’d stay and look your problems right in the eye. For you to move to another country, it must be something big. Something bad.” The same something that was responsible for the shadows in her eyes, maybe. “Tell me what it is, Mila.”
Her eyes flared. “How about instead I buy you a glass of mind your own goddamn business?”
Sensing she was ready to push him away, he softly said, “All right, easy. If you truly don’t want this, I’ll back off and leave you alone. But I want a kiss first.” He brushed his nose against hers. “I want just one taste of you, Mila. No harm in that, right?” He ground his cock against her clit, delighting in her little throaty moan. “Just one taste. Let me have it.”