Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Maxim slams my head against the wall and pushes his dick further down my throat. He fucks my mouth with abandon, with no mercy, and I relish it.
His thumb and forefinger press on the sides of my nostrils, restricting the air from getting to my lungs. “You’re such a good girl. Relax that perfect throat for me. Let me fuck you like a whore before I treat you like my queen.”
I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen, but Max lets go of my nose as he pulls out. I gasp for air before my head moves forward for another taste of his cock.
Max chuckles before his fingers circle my throat, slamming me back. He smirks as he stares down at me. “Such a greedy little cock whore, Malishka.” He glides the tip of his dick along my lips, using his cock like a tube of lipstick. “Is this what you want? To choke on my cock like a good little slut?”
I push against the wall, but Max’s firm hand around my jugular makes me immobile. “Not so fast. I want to hear you say it.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what, Malishka? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck my mouth. I want to feel nothing but you. Allow me to forget everything but us. Let me feel power and happiness. Let me know nothing matters but us. Only us.”
Maxim’s fingers move from my neck and curl under my hair as he yanks my head back. “Such a good girl. My girl.”
He pushes his cock into my mouth and fucks me so hard that I’m now on the floor with him on top of me. His control hangs by a thread as he pounds into my mouth with no mercy. Our obsession with each other is consuming and deranged. We should be nowhere near each other, but there is this invisible string that connects us. There is a need for each other that makes us unhinged and our love volatile. Maybe in another life, if we could blossom like normal young people in love, we wouldn’t need what we crave.
But that isn’t our reality. It never will be. Because as much as we want to be with each other, I belong to someone else. Sold to a man I can’t stand. To a man more than twice my age.
My owner is a dangerous man who doesn’t care for me. I’m a pretty acquisition to him, like a fancy car or a large house. What I want doesn’t matter. I’m a bargaining chip between two old men that need to settle a turf war. As much as I want to belong to Maxim, I never will because I’m the possession of Sergei Fedorov. I’m the property of Maxim’s father.
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I trail my nose along her wet cunt and inhale. Fuck, if it’s not the best scent a man could have the pleasure of smelling. My heart pounds with my need for her. Her power over me is so strong that I’d risk dying right here for her and wouldn’t think twice about it.
Samira.
My fuckin’ heart.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whimpers as she writhes under my touch.
We’ve been doing this for a year, stolen moments, frantic sex, creating a fuckin’ mess.
I pull her pussy lips apart, exposing her perfect pink flesh to my eyes. I can’t help smirking at how she’s glistening, so wet for me. Only for me.
I swipe at her delicate flesh, her sweet taste wrapping around my tongue. “Stop talking and get your slut mouth on my cock.” I order as my hips thrust back into her mouth. “We’re long past that Malishka. Twelve months with you, and now I’m an addict. You’re my drug of choice, and the only way they’ll be able to keep me away from you is if they kill me.”
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen if we don’t stop.”
I grip her ass and squeeze, pulling her closer to my lips before the tip of my tongue clashes with her sensitive clit. What we’re doing is dangerous, but the reality is I don’t care. Without Samira, I might as well be dead. She’s the blood that runs in my veins, the fuckin’ beat of my heart. She was mine from the moment I saw her, but the situation we’re in feels impossible.
For now, this is all we have. Stolen moments, forbidden touches, longing stares from across the room when nobody’s looking. In a few days, when she’s supposed to lay in my father’s bed, this will all be over because I’ll be dead, or he will.
“You don’t want to stop. You’re in this as much as I am. It’s you or death. I’m going to die either way because the second he marries you, I’ll murder him. I won’t let anyone else touch you. You’re mine, and I don’t share what’s mine.”