Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Pain flashes across her face as my fingers dig into the tendons in her wrist, but so does defiance as I force her hand away, trapping both her wrists above her head.
Even if she doesn’t say it, her eyes dare me to do it. Beg me to do it. I can feel her quivering against me, and it isn’t fear.
Eva cries out as I plunge into her, her pussy ready and so wet I slide easily in and out. I’m not gentle or slow, but her gasps and loud moans egg me on, driving excitement through my veins I haven’t felt in a long time.
I’m aware I’m pounding out my anger into her, but I’m finally living out the fantasies about her that have driven me to distraction. Maybe now I can get her out of my system and focus on more important things again.
Eva is getting close, swelling around me again. She bucks her hips, meeting my thrusts, crying out with each plunge, but I’m not ready for her to finish yet.
I hook her by the waist, drop her to the weight bench, wrenching her around so her stomach is over the bench, and plunge in again. It’s all I can do to hold off my orgasm as I watch her face in the mirror, wild with the sensations of being taken from behind.
Eva’s eyes are lit from within as I flip her over again, still unwilling to give her the release she desires.
“Fuck!”
As I plunge in again, her curse echoes off the walls. Her hands tangle in her thick, dark hair, and she whips her head back and forth.
We’re both close as I pound into her. But I falter as Eva does something unexpected. She places her hands on either side of my face, her eyes open and locked on mine as though she’s trying to find my soul in this raw moment.
Her hands slide into my hair, gripping it between her fingers, and her nails dig into my scalp deliciously.
“Let me come.” Her words are barely a breath, a whisper between ragged moans and cries of pleasure. “God, just let me come. I can’t take it anymore!”
“Beg me,” I grit out, barely holding off my own orgasm.
“Please.” Another whisper before her fingers dig into my scalp again. “Please! I’m begging you, Evgeny! Let me come.”
I take up my rhythm again, reaching between us to press my thumb to her clit. It only takes a heartbeat more before Eva arches against me, shaking and spasming, her scream echoing through the room. I only last a moment more, roaring my release and shooting my hot seed deep into her.
Eva closes her eyes again, her cheeks flushed, her mouth kiss-swollen. And in this moment, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Sexy, yes, hot as fuck, yes. More than that, though. Something in her spirit, the fire and passion in her eyes, stirs a part of my soul I didn’t know existed.
But had that face betrayed me? Tried to seduce me for some nefarious purpose? I’m in danger of falling, and I have to know if she’s an enemy or someone I can invite to my bed.
Those eyes, those eyes that make me feel like she can see straight through to my soul, fly open as I push down on her shoulders, holding her against the bench.
“Tell me the truth. Are you working for Tsepov? Do you have connections with the Sokolinaya Bratva?”
Stark anger blows away Eva’s post-orgasmic haze, and when she struggles beneath me, it’s not from desire. “What?”
“Are you working with Tsepov to take me down?”
“What the fuck? No!” Eva’s movements become jerkier as she tries to pull out from under me, her eyes, which a moment ago were filled with raw lust, now blazing with fury.
She yelps as my grip tightens, her thrashing becoming more violent. But I have to know, because this woman is sinking beneath my skin, and I don’t know how to root her out. The desire to do so in the first place is slipping away with every moment she’s under my roof.
Should I believe her? Should I believe what I overheard her telling Vasya? Vasya seems to believe her and so does Dmitri. But I don’t have the luxury of believing or trusting, not in my world.
But for the first time in a long time, I want to.
As I let her go and get back on my feet, I tell her, “I hope you’re telling the truth, because if I find out you’re lying, you won’t like the consequences.”
I hold out my hand to help Eva up. She stares at it dumbly for several heartbeats before shoving it away and darting across the room to get her clothes.
“Stay the fuck away from me, you psychotic asshole,” Eva spits, struggling into her leggings. She’s only just pulling her sweater over her head as she yanks open the door and rushes out, leaving me standing there winded, sweaty, still half-erect, and naked.