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)
She shakes her head, a smile curving her lips. “I love it.” Curiosity creeps into her eyes. “What else are you into?”
“Bondage.” I continue to brush my fingers up and down her back. “I’d like to tie you up and do whatever I want to you.”
“Okay.” There’s zero fear in her eyes. “What else?”
“Role-play does it for me. Living out a depraved fantasy where I have all the power, and you’re at my mercy or the other way around. You can pretend to take advantage of me.”
“So you’ll like it if we pretended you’re asleep while I have my wicked way with you?”
“Definitely,” I answer. “Fucking you while you’re unconscious is a top favorite. I didn’t even think of that one until the opportunity arose.”
She lets out a chuckle. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep still.”
“You did a good job, moya Malen'kaya Roza,” I praise her. With my eyes locked on hers, I ask, “Which fantasies are a no-go for you?”
“I can’t think of any.”
“Kidnapping?”
She scrunches her nose, then she chuckles. “As long as you’re the one doing the kidnapping.”
I push harder with my next suggestion. “Sexual harassment by your captor?”
“Again, as long as you’re the one harassing me, I’m good with it.”
With a serious expression on my face, I ask, “Rape?”
A frown forms on her forehead, making my heart stop in my chest, then she says, “But it’s not rape if it’s with you.”
“Role-play, baby,” I remind her. “Acting out the fantasy that you don’t know me and I’m just a depraved fucker taking what he wants. How would you feel about that scenario?”
Rosalie pushes herself up into a sitting position and really thinks about my question.
I sit up as well, and taking hold of her hand, I say, “Of course, I won’t hurt you. Keep that in mind.”
“So we’ll just pretend not to know each other?” she asks.
“I’ll catch you off guard when you least expect it,” I add, so she knows what will happen. “It will be dark, and I’ll restrain you.”
Heat flares in her eyes. “So far, I like it.”
Letting go of her hand, I wrap my fingers around her throat. “I’d like to reenact our first meeting, only this time I’ll take what I want instead of waiting three years.” Leaning closer, my lips brush against her parted ones. “I want to hear you scream no. I want you to beg me to stop.”
Her voice quivers with need as she whispers, “I can do that. It will be hot if you threaten me with what you plan to do to me.”
Jesus, she’s really into it.
I lick at her lips. “I’ll tell you, if you don’t keep quiet, I’ll choke you with my cock.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes lighting up from the desire building between us.
“I’ll tear your clothes off.”
Rosalie’s tongue darts out, swiping over my jaw.
Christ, we’re going to fuck each other to death today.
“I’ll pinch your tits and force myself into your tight wet heat.”
She climbs onto my lap and grinds down on me, breathlessly murmuring, “What then?”
“You’ll struggle beneath me, screaming for me to stop.”
Her hips begin to swivel as she rubs herself against my hard cock.
“Rip my panties off,” she orders me, her tone bossy as fuck.
Gripping hold of the lace, I tear them from her body.
“Are you taking over, baby?” I ask, loving the idea.
“Yes.” Rosalie shoves my sweatpants out of the way, and locking her seductive gaze with mine, she says, “I’m going to fuck you, Mr. Vetrov, and you’re going to keep telling me filthy things.”
When she sinks down on my cock, we both groan.
“I’ll force you onto your stomach,” I growl. She starts to ride me slowly. “And I’ll fuck your tight ass.”
Rosalie leans forward and wraps her arms around my neck. “Spank me every time I take you deep.”
Christ. This is turning out to be a day straight out of my wet dreams.
While I tell her in detail how I’ll take her against her will, she bounces faster and faster on my lap, my palm tanning her sexy ass red until we end up in a boneless heap of ragged breaths.
Chapter 38
Rosalie
Startled, I’m ripped from sleep when I’m hauled off the bed and thrown over Viktor’s shoulder.
It takes a moment for my mind to clear as he stalks out of the bedroom.
“It’s too early,” I complain, my body slumping. I hang like a ragdoll, not bothering to put up a fight.
“Come, Luna. We’re kidnapping your mother,” Viktor says, patting his thigh so she’ll follow.
Luna tries to lick my face as she comes after us, making laughter burst from me. “Stop. Your breath stinks.”
I’m carried out of the house and tossed into the passenger side of the SUV. Luna jumps into the back, her tongue hanging out with excitement.
When Viktor slides behind the steering wheel, I scowl at him. “I didn’t even have coffee.”