Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Ar-man-i,” I gasp his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
His teeth nip at my clit, and when he sucks the living hell out of me, my core clenches hard, my legs go numb, and something explodes within me.
Pleasure overwhelms me, and all I can do is feel.
My emotions spiral out of control from experiencing my first orgasm. I sink to the floor and press my face against the armored vest Armani’s still wearing.
I smell blood, sweat, and something so primal I can’t name it.
“All your firsts belong to me,” Armani whispers before he slips his arms beneath me, lifting me bridal style to his chest as he climbs to his feet.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against his skin while he carries me to the bedroom.
Shit, I’m minutes away from losing my virginity.
No, not losing. I’m giving it to Armani.
He lowers me to the bed, and with his eyes locked on my body, he rips the armored vest off.
My heart sets off at a wild pace, fluttering against my ribs while I watch him unbutton his blood-stained shirt. When he rips his belt through the loops of his pants, I pull myself up the bed, my stomach a tight bundle of nerves.
The zipper of his pants goes down, and a second later, the fabric pools by his feet.
My eyes grow double in size as they lock on his manhood.
Mrs. Aslanhov was right about one thing – it’s going to hurt. A lot.
Armani places his knee on the covers, and the expression on his face looks predatory and ruthless. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin and pulling my legs open.
My breaths race over my lips, my pulse fluttering insanely fast.
His palm brushes up my side, over my breast, then his fingers wrap around my throat. His movements are so slow and in total contrast to the storm raging in his eyes.
I feel like I’m being hunted and that he’s going to pounce at any moment.
My instincts are right because his body crashes against mine, his mouth latches onto mine, and his hardness strokes up and down my slit.
Holy shit.
With a growl from deep in his chest, he seems to lose the last of his control.
I try to brace myself as best as I can, but nothing in this world could prepare me for what’s to come.
The swollen head of his manhood pushes against my opening. Once. Twice. A sharp burn tears through my core as Armani fills me in a single thrust, his pelvis hitting mine.
I grab fistfuls of the covers, and my back arches while my hips try to pull away from the pain. I bite my bottom lip, and my eyebrows draw together as I try not to make a sound.
Armani’s palms frame my face, and his mouth brushes against mine. He keeps still, allowing me to adjust to the invasion.
“I’m sorry it hurts,” he whispers.
I nod quickly, just focusing on breathing through the ache.
“Open your eyes, bella,” he orders.
When I do as I’m told, a tear spirals down my temple. Armani catches it with his thumb and presses a soft kiss to my mouth.
His hips swivel against mine. “I can’t hold back. I’m sorry.”
It’s my only warning before he pulls out and plunges back inside me.
His chest presses against mine, and moving his hands down to my hips, he holds me in place. He thrusts again and again, and soon his pace is brutal, every inch of his muscled body rubbing against mine.
The ache changes from sharp to a warm and full sensation. I feel every hard inch of his manhood as he fills me, and I swear he reaches to my navel.
I’m filled with awe that Armani is making love to me.
His eyes lock with mine, and he notices the pain has subsided. Gripping hold of my thighs, he pulls my knees up until they’re resting at his sides, giving him complete access to me.
His mouth slams down on mine with a wild kiss while his thrusts turn borderline savage. His pelvis rubs against my clit, and his balls hit the sensitive skin between my opening and my butt.
It’s all so overwhelming, and before I know what’s happening, there’s an impossible tightening in my core.
“Armani,” I beg. “Please.”
I have no freaking idea what I’m begging for, but he seems to understand the plea. He pushes a hand between us, and the moment his thumb presses against my clit, his manhood hits me deep and hard.
I gasp, my eyes locked on his in desperation.
“Let me hear you,” he demands, looking like the god of thunder and destruction. “Give me your moans and cries.”
He rubs the living shit out of my clit as he fucks me senseless. Even if I wanted to, I can’t keep the whimpers from spilling over my lips.