Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Please let me come.” She sounded almost contrite—the exact opposite of the promise of retribution her expression conveyed.
“If you were in my bed, it would be like this every fucking day. You would have to but tell me you need me, and I’d meet your every need.” He picked up the pace of his strokes, responding to the cues of her body. “You would never go without.”
Not physically, at least.
He could promise her orgasms. Protection. Anything money could buy.
But nothing more.
“My own personal Russian orgasm machine,” she gasped out.
He kissed her neck and flicked his tongue in time with her pulse thundering there. “Come for me, moya koroleva. The first of many.” As he spoke, he pushed both fingers against that spot inside her at the same time that he rubbed little circles against her clit with the heel of his hand.
Keira cried out, her back bowing, the force of her coming nearly tearing her wrists from his grip. He kept up the strokes, gentling them until she slumped against him, completely spent. “The first of many,” he repeated.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, Russian.”
She was damn near comatose and still managed to throw verbal barbs. He’d be impressed if she wasn’t so fucking vexing. Something welled up inside him, a wildness he had kept locked down since as long as he could remember. Control was essential in his world, and there was nothing controlled about the thing that took hold of him. He let go of Keira’s wrists and dragged her sweater over her head, leaving her naked.
She roused enough to twist to look at him. “What are you doing?”
There was no space for words, but words rose all the same. “I am not a fucking toy for you to pick up and discard at will.” He dumped her onto the seat next to him and was already moving before she’d stopped sputtering, kneeling on the floorboard between her thighs. “You make me fucking psikh.”
Her pussy was pink and swollen from her orgasm, the wetness there gleaming in invitation. She shook, her hands going to the seat cushion. “Russian, you’re scaring me.”
Scaring her.
That wasn’t the goal. That had never been the goal, no matter how aggravating he found her disobedience. He reined himself in enough to grit out, “I’m going to taste you now.”
“Ummm.” Keira shifted, as if she wasn’t sure what her play should be. Damn her for always thinking when she stole that ability from him.
Dmitri captured her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I am going to taste you now, Keira. I’m going to lick your aching clit, and I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come. And then I’m going to do it again, and again, until I’m satisfied.”
“Until you’re satisfied.” She shot a look down at his cock before tipping her chin back up.
“Da.” Rein it in, Romanov. He forced himself to take a breath, and then another, trying to think past the scent of her arousal. “Unless you do not want me to.”
Keira blinked. “Is that a trick question?”
“Nyet.”
She hesitated. “I don’t want to have sex.”
“Yes, you do.” He continued before she could protest. “But you have not given permission, and so we will not.” He would keep control enough to hold back from that. He wouldn’t risk breaching that trust. If he did, there would be no going back, and any chance they had of a future would die a terrible death.
Keira gave him a single heart-stopping grin. “In that case, tongue fuck away.” She leaned forward until her lips brushed his with each word. “This pussy is yours for the duration of the trip.”
Dmitri guided her back to the seat and slid down until he was exactly where he needed to be. This woman was infuriating and beautiful and broken and so damn calculating. He wanted her as wild as he felt.
He wanted her wilder than he was.
But there was no room in his head for calculation in the current situation. There was only Keira and him and the lust that drugged the air between them. He descended to kiss her just below her belly button, and then lower on the top of her shaved mons. He used his thumbs to part her folds and licked her up her center, her cry assuaging some of his fury. Whether he was furious at her or himself was up for debate, but he wasn’t regaining any semblance of control until he was satisfied with her pleasure.
Until she had no thought but of him and what he could give her.
Her taste. Fucking hell, her taste. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling the sensitive bud between his lips and tongue, gauging her response. She went so taut, he had to hold her hips down to keep her from dislodging him.
Keira blinked wild hazel eyes at him. “Romanov, that thing you just did…”