Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“I find that hard to believe.” She sighed.
He moved back so that he was close to her ear. “Would you like me to show you just how good it’s going to be?”
Galina pulled back and frowned at him. “I don’t understand.”
“Go to the bathroom. I’ll come and join you in a second.”
This was a risk, but it was one he was willing to take.
Galina gave him a little bow, and then took her leave. She walked to the small group of women, and then left, heading in the direction of the restroom. He waited a few minutes, and then followed, going to the ladies’ room. There was no one inside, and then Galina opened the stall.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He pushed inside and then pressed her up against the door. “Whatever happens, you can’t scream, nor can you moan. People may turn up.”
“Mikhail, what the hell are you doing?”
He put his hands on her hips and then slowly slid them down. She wore a long dress with a massively flared skirt, and he slowly began to bunch it up, working it up her thighs, and then he pressed his hand in between her legs. She let out a gasp.
“No sound, remember.”
He used his teeth to graze across the sensitive part of her neck, and he heard her sharp intake of breath. He rubbed her pussy through her panties, allowing her to become accustomed to his touch, and then he slid a finger beneath the elastic and began to touch the outer lips of her sex. Another moan filled the air.
“You’re going to have to be quiet, so very quiet.” He hadn’t even touched her clit yet. At the moment, all he was doing was exploring her pussy.
She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, and he stroked her. Galina pressed her pussy against his palm, and he used his teeth on the curve of her neck to bite down. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her moan, to make her gasp.
“Fuck!”
The word spilling from her lips made him chuckle as he stroked between her soaking wet slit, and he touched her sweet, precious nub. He watched her hands clench into fists as he stroked her clit, building up that fire. Her pussy soon got slick, and she began to press against his palm.
Mikhail’s cock was so big, it hurt as it was contained within the tight confines of his pants.
He only intended to give Galina a teaser of what was to come, but then, he wanted her to know exactly what was in store with him, if she stopped fighting him. He had a feeling this was her first time with anything, and when she fell over the edge, screaming his name, he had no choice but to cover her mouth to muffle the scream, as he heard the door open.
A couple of women had entered. He was more focused on his woman than what they were saying.
He pulled her away from the door, sat down on the toilet, and took her with him so that she was on his lap. Mikhail stopped touching her clit, and waited.
The women didn’t linger long, and when they were gone, he took the kiss he’d been craving.
“And that is what’s in store for you the moment we’re married.”
Chapter Six
She was now married. She was no longer Galina Nikitin, but Galina Belsky. Her parents were happy. So was her brother.
Danyl, her father, and Boris, Mikhail’s father, had shaken hands. They were now a family. The church had been full to bursting, and she had spotted Vik Kuzlov in the crowd when they had kissed after being announced husband and wife.
No one tried to stop the wedding. Peter had told her he was a little concerned Vik would try something. She didn’t see why he would.
There had been no official promise. She hadn’t even met with Vik, nor had there been an invite to dinner. It had all been on the business side of things, so she didn’t see the big deal.
After the church, pictures had been insisted on, which had taken a long time. Now, they were at the reception, and drink was flowing, as was food.
Galina couldn’t eat a single crumb as she was so nervous. She kept replaying that moment in the bathroom, when Mikhail touched her. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about it, but it was hard not to. His touch had set her body on fire, and it was like constantly on repeat in her mind.
His touch had been unexpected, just like her response to his touch had been.
They were married. Husband and wife. By tonight, there would be no annulment. They’d be husband and wife in the eyes of the law and everything in between.
Nibbling her lip, she tried not to think about the significance of that. Mikhail Belsky was her husband. The bully who had made her life miserable was now her husband. She had to keep saying husband over and over again in her mind to make it sink in.