Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He takes another menacing step toward me. Like a panther stalking his prey. “As my wife, I expect you to do as I tell you to do.”
“Well, I hope you’re used to disappointment.”
He takes another step closer. “I don’t do disappointment well.”
“Well, I don’t do being blackmailed very well.”
“Blackmail is nothing compared to what I’m capable of,” he says, his heat swirling around us. “You will need to acclimate to my world if this is to work.”
“Well, I disagree.”
His brows shoot up. “You disagree?”
“If I do agree to marry you, which I haven’t yet, I will do what is expected of me as long as I am shown the respect I deserve. That means you will not summon me. From now on, if you want something from me, you ask.” I cock an eyebrow at him. “Nicely.”
He grits his teeth. “This isn’t playtime, Miss Masters.”
I shove a finger into his chest. “No, this is my life you’re playing with, Mr. Zarkov.”
He towers over me. He looks like he’s about to lose his temper all over again. His jaw is tight. His eyes are dark. Any minute, he’s going to start yelling.
But then he does something I don’t see coming.
He slams his lips to mine and crushes his kiss into my mouth. And my body is coiled so tight with pent-up sexual energy I don’t fight him.
In fact, I kiss him back, and the kiss is fierce and unrestrained as all the frustration of the last two days breaks loose.
I’m playing with fire, but at least I’m playing on my terms.
I walk him backward toward the chaise and climb on his lap.
Between my thighs, the rigid outline of his cock provides the much-needed friction my aching clit needs.
I grind against it, making him groan.
His hands slide up to loosen the towel and send it sailing to the floor. Still kissing me, he brushes my nipples with his palms and groans into our kiss again.
Now that he’s suitably distracted, I reach for the pair of nail scissors I left sitting on the side table and bring them up to Lev’s neck. They’re only small, but they’re sharp and pointy enough to pierce a jugular vein.
I wretch my lips from him.
“I am not a fuck toy,” I growl between gritted teeth.
His cock throbs against my pussy, spreading raw pleasure throughout my groin.
“Nicely played, zayka,” he says without a hint of concern. In fact, his amusement dances on his lips. “What do you plan to do now?”
I press the end of the scissors deeper into his neck. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to see the pain flare in his eyes. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide it because he’s not afraid of the pain. He enjoys it.
“Let’s get a few things straight. Our night together was a big mistake, and I won’t have you use it against me. Do you understand? I might be stuck with you for the next twelve months, but I sure as fuck won’t be made to do anything I don’t want to do.”
Again, his cock throbs between my legs. He’s enjoying this, and I’m not afraid to admit I’m turned on as fuck right now. I don’t know if it’s the rigid outline of his cock rubbing against the front of my panties or the fact that I haven’t had sex since our last night together, and seeing him like this is making me lose my last sense.
My body screams for release, and right now, it’s screaming louder than my common sense.
“I, on the other hand, don’t have any reservations about you taking your pleasure from me.” His eyes twinkle with a mix of lust and heat. “You can feel what you do to me. Open my zipper, zayka. Take what you want from me.”
His hands find my hips and press me harder against his erection. I crush my teeth into my lip, my body on fire, my panties soaked with arousal.
“Give in. You can fight me later. But for now, all you need to do is give in to what your body is begging you to do.”
My head spins.
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
He grabs my chin and drags his thumb across my lip. “Such a filthy mouth deserves to be punished. Say the words, and I’ll happily ruin it for you.”
“Fuck you,” I repeat.
He slams his lips to mine, devouring my mouth.
But I pull away because I need more than his lips, and he knows it.
He unzips his pants and frees his cock.
It’s bigger than I remember. A thick shaft with a wide head promising all the orgasms.
He grasps the wide base. “Let go, zayka. Take my cock, use me to take what you want.”
I lick my lips. I know I should stop this, but I don’t want to. I’m so incredibly wound, I’m like a tightly coiled spring ready to burst. I need this release. I want this.