Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I watch her closely as she surveys my suite, her gaze lands on a pile of weapons stacked neatly on a side table. “That is a lot of knives.”
Slowly, I inch closer to her. “The better to cut you with, my dear.”
She spins to face me, no doubt realizing she left a predator behind her. “Ha ha, very funny.”
I don’t laugh and thrust the drink toward her. “Cheers.”
She takes it and holds it up between us. I clink mine against hers, lock our gazes, and throw the two shots of vodka back like it’s water.
When she does the same, I take both glasses and sit them on the bar. A warm hand touches my back, so warm I can feel it through my suit jacket.
“Why don’t you take this off, hmm…get comfortable?”
I shrug out of it without facing her and drape it over my weapon pile. There are enough knives on me that I’ll be fine if she decides to kill me when her plan fails.
Finally, when I know I won’t lash out, following the dark thoughts jabbering through my head telling me to do unspeakable things to her, I turn. She’s bathed in the dim light, and her tan skin glows. The dress cups her wide hips and full breasts so well I can’t help but look.
She shifts to catch the light off her cleavage. “See something you like?”
I do a quick check to make sure she didn’t drug me after all. It’s not like me to be attracted to anyone. A good fuck is fine, but I don’t make a habit of sitting around and checking put women. They are usually too stupid, and I get turned off when they open their mouths. For some reason, I’m not feeling that with Cilla.
“All right, Malyshka, you have my attention. What’s your plan now?”
She saunters closer and grabs my dress shirt right above my belt. “The plan is to get you naked as quickly as possible, so I can have my way with you.”
I stare down into her soft brown eyes and try to figure out where she is going with this. If her plan was to drug me to seduce me, then it’s a pretty good way to fucking piss me off instead. “And what does that entail?”
She huffs with a soft laugh. “You want me to spell it out step by step.”
I shrug and undo the buttons at the top of my shirt while she works the bottom. “If you like.”
Her mouth turns down into a grim line for a heartbeat, then tips back up at the edges. “Well, first, I want to get you out of these clothes. Then…maybe we can move over to the bed. Although, it looks like we might have to move your machete out of the way to use it.”
I nod solemnly. “Safety first, yes?”
She jolts and blinks. “Was that a joke?”
I give her nothing as I slide the shirt off my shoulders and toss it onto my jacket. The tie I had on goes with it. Her hands fly up to my belt buckle, and I grab her wrists. “What else do you have planned?”
I love the slight tremor of fear she gives me. Her entire body quakes with just this tiny touch. What would she do if I laid her facedown over the end of my bed and ate her pussy until she screamed? Her soft, throaty voice would sound so good screaming for me.
Her hands flutter against my buckle, and I release her to continue her work. My cock is already hard at what I’m imagining doing to her. What could she be thinking about?
After she releases my belt and pulls it out of my pants, she meets my eyes again. “You want the gory details or the headlines?”
“Details.”
“Mmm…you seem like that kind of guy. Well, once we are both naked and safely on the bed, I plan to press my wet pussy down over your rock-hard dick and ride you like a goddamn pony.”
I picture this situation in my mind and don’t hate it. Well, I wouldn’t if she hadn’t tried to drug me. The drugs should be kicking in at any moment. The nail polish on my finger lit up bright, so she put a lot in that drink.
She opens my pants, and I allow her to slide her hand in to rub over my erection. “Oh, I see we are already making progress.”
Her eyes have gone a little glassy, and she pumps her hand down my length harder. “You feel so warm and good.”
I continue to monitor her. She doesn’t seem to be sleepy or falling over. Then she bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes as she strokes me over my boxer briefs.
Oh. She tried to drug me with some kind of aphrodisiac. It makes sense.