Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I tighten my hold around him and bury my face against the side of his neck so he can’t see my face.
“You still good, moya Malen'kaya Roza?” he asks hoarsely.
I don’t know Russian, but I can guess he’s calling me his little rose. I love hearing it in his language.
“Yes.”
Only when Viktor thrusts into me for the third time does it sink in that I gave him my virginity.
I cling to him until the pain finally starts to fade, and the moment my body relaxes beneath him, Viktor loses control.
His fingers dig into my buttcheeks, and he holds me in place as he starts to hammer into me.
I feel him everywhere – his skin rubbing against mine, his cock stroking and hitting against my inner walls, and his breaths on my lips.
Not once does he break eye contact as he claims my body, the expression on his face tense and ruthless as if he’s conquering the world.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and my body is yanked up. Viktor forces me to straddle him, my shins resting on either side of his powerful thighs. The position pushes my legs as wide open as they’ll go.
I wrap my arms around him, squashing my breasts against his solid chest.
With his left arm wrapped tightly around my lower back, he surges inside me, stretching me to the max.
A whimper escapes my parted lips.
“Christ, your pussy takes me so well, moya Malen'kaya Roza.” His dirty words make my abdomen clench hard. He groans with satisfaction, “You’re so fucking tight. It feels incredible to be inside you.”
Viktor looks down between us as he pulls out, but then he frowns, and his intense eyes dart back to mine. I glance down, and seeing the blood, I gasp.
Shit. I didn’t think about that. There’s so much blood you’d think he murdered my vagina.
Instead of calling me out, Viktor cups my cheek with his right hand, and taking my mouth in a tender kiss that makes my toes curl, he pushes back inside me.
Chapter 16
Viktor
She lied.
She fucking lied about having sex, and that’s why it hurt so much for her.
Knowing I’m the first man inside Rosalie and that her virginity belongs to me and her blood coats my cock fill my chest with relief. At least I’ll always keep a part of her with me, and she’ll never be able to forget me.
It takes all my strength not to fuck her the way I planned. The slower thrusts allow me to feel every tight inch of her wet heat, making the moment a million times more intense.
I have two days to worship this beautiful creature, and I plan on spending most of the time with her in my bed.
I relish the feel of her skin brushing against mine, and lowering my hand from her cheek, I squeeze her breast hard, loving how tight her nipple pebbles.
Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead to Rosalie’s, and watch her face as I keep filling her. Her cheeks are flushed, and the golden flecks in her brown irises look like tiny fires. Emotion is etched onto her features, and no matter what lies she continues to tell me, I know without a doubt this woman loves me.
I’ll never love another woman the way I love you, baby.
Tears start to shimmer in her eyes, and not wanting her to cry, I kiss the fuck out of her.
I move faster, filling her with hard thrusts until she gasps against my lips, and I feel her body tensing. Pushing my hand between us, I flick my middle finger against her clit, and Rosalie starts to move with me.
She rides me faster and faster, her gasps turning to moans and whimpers. I rub the fuck out of her clit, and my cock keeps hitting her deep until she shatters. Her arms tighten around me, and she cries right by my ear, making pleasure sizzle down my spine.
My balls tighten, and shoving Rosalie onto her back, I relentlessly pound into her until my body arches as my orgasm hits.
I keep hammering into her while I come, my jaw clenching from the intense ecstasy exploding through me.
Only when we’re both coming down from our orgasms, do I slow my pace. I don’t pull out immediately, enjoying the last couple of thrusts as residual spasms keep making her pussy clamp around me.
My eyes drink in her flushed face, and the possessiveness I feel for her fills every inch of my chest. “You’re mine,” I say with determination. “I might let you go the day after tomorrow, but you’re mine, Rosalie. I’ll give you all the time you need, and when you’re ready, you’ll come back to me.”
I bury myself deep inside her and press her body into the bed with my full weight. My hands frame the sides of her head, and with her eyes locked on mine, I say, “If I ever catch you with another man, I will kill him.”