Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
God, he showed zero emotion aside from his praise, but it was so hot, such a turn-on that I felt the orgasm start to build in me embarrassingly fast.
“God, yes.” Those dual words left me before I could stop them, and I let my head fall back, but kept my eyes open. I felt like they were just mere slits as I focused on Kostya. He was so big, his shoulders so wide, his chest so muscular and broad.
I thought back to how he looked without his shirt on. Shame he’d donned one again, but that was okay because my memory was vivid enough.
“Look at that wet spot you’re making on the floor, sweetheart, a big one right between your legs because your pussy is drenched for me,” Kostya said as if he read my mind, or maybe I’d said those words out loud. “I’m such a nasty bastard for making you play with your cunt, aren’t I?” I moaned at his explicit words. “I’m a fucking deviant for being a voyeur and watching you play with that pretty pink pussy.”
I moaned again and rubbed my clit faster. I was so close… so close. He reached down and curled his big hand around his cock, rubbing his palm up and down the length through his pants.
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
I couldn’t stop staring at his erection as it pressed against his pant leg, all but throbbing, the definition of the crown clearly visible every time he moved his palm up the length, pulling and stretching the fabric in the process.
He shifted slightly, a sliver of light washing across his lap. I gasped as I saw the wet spot at the head of his cock, seeped through his pants.
I rubbed faster, wanting to go over the edge.
“Yeah, that’s it. Feel good, Anastasia?”
I gave a slight nod, opened my mouth, and was about to spill over the edge when he said the one word that was like cold water on me.
“Stop.”
I gasped and opened my eyes more. “W-what?”
He reached out and placed a finger under my chin, tipping my head back more so my throat was bare. “How much do you want to forget about the past ten years?”
He didn’t give me time to respond. Maybe he saw the answer in my eyes.
“Do you want to just feel at this moment? Do you want me to make all the pain go away?”
“Yes,” I whispered, not sure what I was agreeing to, but God help me, I wouldn’t stop this.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Ruin
“As much as I like you being a little afraid of me, your anger turns me on even more.” I stood and held my hand out to her. It took her a second to slip her hand into mine.
When she was standing in front of me, my cock jerked something fierce at the doe-like expression as she stared up at me.
“So small,” I murmured and lifted my hand to cup her cheek, smoothing my thumb under her eye.
“I’m not going to stop.” I knew it was a warning as much as anything else. I was asking her without saying the specific words that if she wanted to stop, this was the time to do it.
“I never asked you to,” she whispered, her eyes so wide as she continued to hold my gaze.
My cock jerked behind my pants at hearing her say that, at seeing the rapid beat of her pulse at the base of her throat.
I lowered my gaze to her breasts, and slid my hand down her neck, over her collarbones, and cupped the small, firm mound of her breast. I took my other hand and shoved it down my pants, palming my heavy weight. I smoothed my thumb over the head of my cock, smearing the copious amounts of pre-cum seeping out the slit.
My muscles clenched at how fucking good that felt. I thumbed her nipple, hearing her breath catch, feeling the peak tighten even more.
“Look at you,” I murmured and lowered my gaze to watch as I teased the tight tip at the same time I slowly jerked myself off. “So fucking pretty.” I leaned back slightly so I could continue to look at her smooth, flawless skin.
I looked down her flat belly, over her slightly flared hips, along her long legs, and made my way back up so I was looking at her bare pussy.
“I like that your cunt is hairless. I bet it’s sensitive, isn’t it, baby?”
She didn’t answer but she didn’t have to. I could see I was right by the way she bit her lip, and hear it by the soft moan she gave me.
I got all up in her personal space again. Her breath caught as she moved one step back. I smirked, loving this little resistance she gave me.
I felt like the hunter as she kept backing up, but I wasn’t going to give up the prey. I followed her steps, maneuvering her to where I wanted her to be. And that was right in the bedroom.