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)
“Natalya,” Matvei shouts, breaking my heart more.
He doesn’t sidestep the receptionist that tore my heart from my chest. He pushes her out of his way to chase me down. He’s wearing nothing but a towel, and the achingly beautiful vision tears my heart to shreds.
“Get the fuck away from me, Matvei.”
“No. What you think you saw isn’t what happened.”
I step past him, only to have him block my path again.
“Move.”
He stares straight at me. “No.”
“Move!” I demand again, louder this time, my hands shoving forward.
He doesn’t budge an inch, but I continue belting into him.
“Don’t make me do this, Natalya. My patience is stretched thin, so don’t make me fucking do something I’ll later regret.”
“Like what? Fuck your secretary?” I inch back before looking at him like I hate him. “How original. Did you learn that from your daddy? Is that why you hate him so much?”
I’m aiming to maim, and I hit the mark.
As his face reddens with a fury unlike anything I’ve ever seen, he yanks me forward with a rough tug on my wrist and throws me over his shoulder.
“Call the elevator.” I thrust and kick so hard his words are sputtered and chopped up. “Then pack your shit!”
“Mat—”
The sheer threat in his tone halves the strength of my hits. “Push again, Ivanka, and see how fucking far it gets you.” He’s not threatening me. His eyes are fixed on the receptionist who looks suddenly grateful he’s too busy handling me to remind her he isn’t a man to be messed with.
He once told me I’m the only stubborn woman he’s subdued with his cock.
Ivanka doesn’t blink until the elevator dings, and her lungs don’t fill with air until Matvei and I are on the other side.
Since I’m no longer whacking into him, he places me on my feet before he uses the short distance between walls to pace out his anger.
I don’t know what he’s got to be angry about.
I wasn’t the one caught in a compromising position.
When I say that, Matvei slants his head my way and glares at me. “Accuse me again. I dare you.”
“It’s not an accusation when it’s true!” His jaw tics along with his balled hands. “Did she do that?” I nudge my head to the scratches on his neck. “Are there more on your back?” When I spin him to check, my heart launches into my throat. The red marks on his back could be from me, but I act as if they’re not. “I guess she likes it rough, huh?”
“For fuck’s sake.” With a simmering roar, he stabs his finger into the penthouse floor button on repeat like it will hurry the elevator.
“Don’t want your staff knowing you’re a cheater?”
My stupidly traitorous body clenches when he murmurs, “I’m not worried about them witnessing your punishment, Natalya. They are worried for themselves because they know what you’ve yet to learn. That you don’t give me an inch unless I am balls deep inside you.”
“You’re not touching me after touching her.” I nudge my head to the elevator doors like Ivanka is on the other side.
“I didn’t fucking touch her!” When he punches the panel, the elevator doors pop open. It isn’t on the desired floor Matvei was seeking, but he doesn’t care. He drags me down the carpeted hallway, my stilettos no match for his strength. They snap partway into the room he enters by kicking the door down, and are useless when he walks me to a bed in the middle of the room and tosses me onto it.
“Let me go!”
When he shakes his head, I realize his movements are a little groggier than usual. His eyes are also glassy. “You came to me, remember?”
“To talk. Not to bust you fucking the receptionist!”
The words barely leave my mouth when I’m plucked from my spot, dragged over Matvei’s thighs, and spanked.
This time I fight to be freed. I’m angry, so very fucking mad. He doesn’t get to punish me.
“Get the fuck off me, Matvei.”
“Language—”
“Fuck. You.”
His hit hurts this time around. It sends a fiery burn from my backside to the tips of my hair before it lowers to cluster in my pussy.
“Let me go.” My fight is losing strength. It’s hard to be angry when you’re also horny. His touch does that to me—even the ones he awards after breaking my heart. “I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t want to be your second choice.”
His swatting hand shifts from punishing to nurturing. He rubs at my stinging backside while murmuring, “Oh, my stubborn, stubborn girl. Was the truth really that hard?”
As his rapidly hardening cock digs into my hip, he slides his hand between my legs and rubs my clit through my panties. His other hand is still pressed in the middle of my back like he’s afraid I may bolt at any moment, but its weight weakens the longer he toys with my clit.