Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
My body goes rigid and I think I’ll throw up from the nerves ripping through the bottom of my stomach. The first thing that comes to mind is running away, but that would be no different than giving Kirill the opening he’s been waiting for.
So I draw calming breaths and speak as confidently as possible. “You’re right, my family was wealthy, and we were doing well in business, but we went bankrupt around my sixteenth birthday and I had to join the army to survive.”
It’s only half a lie, but it’s believable enough that Kirill doesn’t probe.
The silence feels like a weight on my chest, though. Not only is it uncomfortable, but I can sense that Kirill is doing it on purpose to make me spill my deepest, darkest secrets.
“This is my first time in a place like this. How about you? Do you often come to the sauna?” I blurt.
“Hmm.” He sounds pensive, sleepy almost.
I glance back, only to find him leaning on both elbows, eyes closed, and legs nonchalantly parted, offering a glimpse of his cock through the opening of the towel.
And he’s…hard. Or getting there, at least.
This is one of those times when I should look away. One problem, though—I can’t bring myself to. In fact, my head tilts to the side so I can get a better view.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been on fire since the moment I walked in here. The view turns the air hotter, boiling even.
“Like what you see?”
The raspy quality of his voice catches me completely off guard, and I gulp, choking on my own breaths. “N-no.”
“You’re still ogling my cock, Sasha.”
I stare ahead, my cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. Damn it. Why did I have to be so obvious?
“You look uncomfortable.” His sinful voice carries in the air. “Are you perhaps hot and bothered?”
I hate how his voice is casual while I’m at the point of eruption. I hate how he can have this effect on me with the mere sound of his sinful voice.
There’s rustling behind me before he appears beside me like a demon slithering out of Hell. I go still, my breathing getting stuck at the back of my throat.
Something cold meets my overheated skin, and I carefully look to the side to find Kirill placing a glass of alcohol against my cheek.
But that’s not the problem. He’s close, like way too close. So close that I can follow the droplet of perspiration sliding over his collarbone, to his chest, and then down…
I catch myself before I touch the droplet’s resting place. I’m acting like a major pervert, and the worst part is, I can’t stop it.
Must be because the heat is boiling my brain.
Usually, I have better control on my libido. Like back in that village. I rejected him then and again two weeks ago.
But why did it feel like I was rejecting myself instead? And maybe, just maybe, all those rejections are taking their toll on me and made me reach this state where I’m teetering on the edge.
“Want a drink?” His voice lowers, so sinister in nature, I actually swallow.
I reach for the glass, but he keeps it out of reach.
“Never said it’d be for free.”
“I can go get my own drink.”
“You can, but you won’t, because I won’t let you.”
His free hand slides up the collar of my bathrobe, subtly brushing his fingers against the skin of my breastbone. I shudder, my lips parting as I attempt and fail to subdue my reaction.
Then, in one violent go, he shoves the bathrobe down. My breasts bounce from their confinement, and the belt opens, revealing my black boxer briefs.
I gasp as the reality of the situation comes into focus.
Not only am I half naked, but I’m also not moving or attempting to cover myself. Why am I not moving…?
Kirill slides his finger from the pulse point of my neck, down to my collarbone, and then over the slope of my breasts.
A strange sound echoes in the air, and I realize with utter horror that it came from me. I’ve never been touched by this level of blinding control before.
There’s no hesitation or slow exploration like I experienced with my high school boyfriend. And Kirill is definitely not a boy.
He’s a man who knows exactly what he’s doing and handles me with nonnegotiable firmness.
I’m paralyzed in the path of his madness. A part of me screams at me to stop this. There’s a reason I shouldn’t want this man, but I can’t access my brain to fathom what that reason is.
I’m lost in a fog I can’t escape. My heart and body attuned to the monster in the form of a man.
A monster I can’t resist.
His fingers wrap around my taut nipple, and he pinches. A zap rushes through me, and I gasp at the mixture of pleasure and pain.