Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He growled my name against my neck as he’d leaned over to tease where my pulse was. Whenever he played with my neck, I struggled to contain my arousal.
No matter what I did, even if I gritted my teeth, I had to moan, I had to do something because it felt so good, and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Please,” I said.
The two fingers that were inside me moved, slid up toward my clit, and he began to massage my nub, and I felt so close. It always embarrassed me, because Peter lasted a long time through sex. Just a few seconds of Peter’s magical touch and I was ready to orgasm. It never took long for me to be ready, and sure enough, brief moments later, I screamed his name as an orgasm tore through my body.
It felt so good.
I didn’t want it to stop.
Not for a second.
And he didn’t let it stop.
He prolonged my orgasm, teasing my clit, but he took his time stroking me, allowing me to get accustomed to the feel of his touch. I wanted it all. So hungry. So desperate for everything he was doing to me.
Before long, he’d sent me into a second orgasm, and the sheer force of it took me by surprise. This time, my release hadn’t even finished, and I felt Peter stop, and the press of his cock as inch by inch, he began to sink inside me.
I moaned for more.
Peter put his hands on my hips, and slammed the last couple of inches inside me, making me scream in pleasure. My whole body felt on fire and not in a bad way. It was heady. I loved this part.
The hands on my hips didn’t stay there. Peter sat to the hilt inside me, and he slowly ran his hands up my body, sliding beneath me, cupping my tits, and playing with them. Tweaking the nipples which sent a pulse right between my thighs, startling me.
It felt so good, and then he moved down, going back to my hips to hold onto me as he started to pull out until only the tip of his dick remained. Then, achingly slowly, he started to fill me.
His strokes began slow, and he’d been doing this for some time, allowing me to get accustomed to the feel of him inside me. It always felt too good to be true, and as he worked that impressive length, I didn’t know if I would be able to stand it much longer.
Then, he picked up the pace, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the air. I cried out, the pleasure taking me by surprise, and there was no pain. I knew Peter wasn’t capable of causing me any pain.
There was that pesky little thought—I knew in that moment I was in love with this man. How could I not be? He’d done everything for me, and he’d be willing to leave with me as well. Coming on the road, traveling with me, it seemed so strange to think he would do that for me. That anyone would care enough about me to come with me.
And yes, I had fallen in love with Peter Shadows, and I wanted to hold onto these moments for a long time.
Chapter Ten
The Beast
“You could have called me,” I said, looking toward Ivan.
“And when I need you, trust me, I will call you.” Ivan was sitting in the far corner of the room, sipping a glass of whiskey.
This was not the kind of place I imagined Ivan seeming so comfortable. It was a rundown farmhouse where we’d taken shelter for the past couple of weeks. I truly didn’t get this man.
The boss of any Bratva did not spend time waiting for threats from a woman who was not even his kin, to help his Brigadier. All the Brigadiers, soldiers, associates, they bent over backward for the boss, for their king.
Ivan Volkov was their king, and yet, in a rundown farmhouse, after killing another two bounty hunters today, with The Butcher taking care of the cleanup, Ivan sat, drinking shitty whiskey after enjoying a boxed takeout meal. This man was full of surprises.
I was pissed off.
Ivan had approached me and The Butcher about taking over his section that had been left vacant from the betrayal of one of his Brigadiers. I knew why he’d approached us, but I didn’t like the offer he’d given us. The Butcher and I didn’t play well together. It didn’t help that I liked to have more kills than her, and I do believe she did in fact rival me on just how bloody she could be.
“So, all the work you had ready was for The Butcher?” I asked.
Ivan chuckled. “You’re feeling jealous.”
I glared at him.
I was aware that when I didn’t get a call to complete a job, it was simply because they needed The Butcher’s finesse. I took a drink of my whiskey. Or, they simply wanted to see her curvy fucking ass doing the hard work. I had a feeling Ivan wasn’t keeping The Butcher around because of her big tits and ass, though.