Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Tell me one woman who doesn’t imagine a large masculine hand flattening against their stomach and drawing them back when they read a nightclub scene in a romance book. The quick inhalation of air when they realize their dance partner is as turned on as them, then those few seconds when you’re torn between keeping the energy high with more risqué dance moves or letting them dampen a smidge while you seek somewhere more appropriate to explore the connection.
I’m the most torn I’ve ever been, and Matvei makes the situation even direr. “I’ll give you that one for free, but you’ll have to pay for the rest.”
Like a woman who can’t control her libido, I don't heed his warning, much less acknowledge the threat in his tone. As I stare at him with needy eyes, I grind against him for the second time, moaning as the rim circling his cock’s head rubs past my throbbing clit.
Faster than I can blink, Matvei’s hand curls around my neck. He grips me firm enough for my lungs to panic that they’ll never fill with oxygen again, but nowhere tight enough to weaken the electrifying zap bolting through me.
I’ve read about dominant men like him and fantasized about them when Polina let slip that Yev has no trouble controlling her every move in the bedroom, but I’ve never experienced one in person.
If the tension burning between us when he tightens his grip is anything to go by, it will be a thrilling experience.
“What did I say, Natalya?” He smirks at my shock that he knows my name before he triples the desire flooding my veins. “Nothing in life comes free.” He makes sure not even the screams of my lungs begging for air can creep out before saying, “So now you need to pay.”
Not moving his hand, he slips me off his lap until I land on my knees an inch in front of him. As tension crackles and hisses in the air, he counts the throb of my pulse for several long seconds before shifting his thumb's attention to my lips.
With his fingers still curled around my throat and his thumb teasing my mouth, he stares at me like he did in the alleyway. My mouth should be dry from how breathless his needy watch makes me, but somehow, the calloused skin on his thumb glides over the mounds of my lips without a single embarrassing cling.
“I should fuck you here first. Make sure I get the compensation I deserve.”
The huskiness of my voice is more compliments to the lust firing through me than his hold. “You got your money’s worth. We agreed to a dance.”
His warped lips drive me as wild as his dominance, but the buzz is pushed aside for confusion when he murmurs, “I wasn’t talking about the agreement I made with you.”
There’s no chance of reeling in my libido when he pushes back his chair and stands to his full height. He’s tall, athletically built, and aggressive enough to ensure I won’t be disappointed after our exchange.
He is also still stiff as fuck, and try as I may, I can’t remove my eyes from the extended crotch of his pricy pants.
Well, not until he demands, “Take it out.”
I peer up at him as if this position didn’t flash into my head a hundred times while being zhuzhed by Jax, then say, “I—”
“I wasn’t asking.”
I can’t tell if my heart breaks into a trot because I fear his snapped tone or because it turns me on. It could be a bit of both.
“Take it out.”
Reality dawns when he runs his thumb over my lips for the second time. He isn’t obsessed with my mouth. He’s making sure it’s drenched so he won’t face an ounce of resistance while stuffing his fat cock down my throat, and the knowledge ensures nothing but need steers the rest of our exchange.
Matvei’s mouth twitches in sync with my hand as I lift it to the zipper of his pants. I’m not scared of him. I am in shock. I play the role of a wild child well, but this is the first time I’ve acted so impulsively. I don’t require three dates, but I usually like to know you longer than twenty minutes before dragging down the zipper on your pants.
I am not myself tonight. I’m just unsure if it is a good or bad thing. I haven’t felt like myself in a long time, so maybe this is who I’d be if I weren’t constantly second-guessing everyone’s motive.
The chance to deliberate further is stolen when a voice I recognize booms through the gleaming white door Matvei’s friend exited almost twenty minutes ago. “I’m not here for a fucking lap dance.”
Saka has arrived, and from the loudness of his reply, he is only mere inches from the door hiding a position I was paid to be in.