Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
His anger is so white-hot the iced tea is no longer iced. “My wife—”
“So you admit it? You’re married.”
“Yes,” he answers bluntly, his voice disgusted. “But that doesn’t need to change anything between us.”
“It doesn’t?” If my voice gets any louder, I will sustain permanent hearing loss. “How silly of me. I assumed that the vows you exchange automatically take you off the market when you get married. Now that I know that isn’t true, I have no reason to fret matrimony. I can fuck as many men as I please both before and after I replace you.”
I took it too far, and I realize that long before Andrik’s hand shoots for my throat.
After using his grip to pin me to the wall, he squeezes my windpipe tight enough for me to drop the drinks I was carting for Mikhail but not firm enough for no air to seep through the minute gap.
“Choose your answers very wisely, милая, because my leniencies have reached the end of the line today.”
His fingers around my neck flex, proving he still has some morsel of control. I can’t say the same. His hold is so possessive that I’m more horny than scared.
“Do you understand that I will kill any man you place between us, regardless of his title, status, or reason for being between us?”
His fingers flex again to ensure his firm grip isn’t behind the delay of my head bob.
They’re not. I’m just a stubborn fuck who shouldn’t be turned on by his possessiveness, but for some strange reason, I am.
When I eventually nod, his nostrils flare in victory.
“So what will that make your count when you take your last breath?”
“Five,” I squeak out slowly.
“Five?” he double-checks, his arrogance tripling. I nod again, and the smirk it produces would convince any woman that adultery isn’t so bad. A minuscule of attention far exceeds none. “It’s not five, милая.” He crowds into me so closely I am confident he is seconds from finding out I’m not wearing any panties. “Because, as I said earlier, dead men don’t count.” When he wets his lips, his tongue also moistens mine. That’s how close he’s standing. “So what will your number be?”
I want to say there’s a lengthy delay between his question and my answer, but that would be a lie.
I answer so fast I’m more angry at myself than Andrik.
“One.”
“One,” he repeats, pleased. “And what is the name of that chosen one?”
My delay is far more respectable this time around, but it is still shamefully honest. “Andrik.”
“Andrik.” He says his name with a throaty purr like he’s only ever heard it screamed in ecstasy by me.
As he smirks in victory, he moves his thumb counting my pulse from my neck to my lips. He drags it over them in arrogance like they’re not bone dry before he returns it to my neck, several inches lower this time. He brushes it past my collarbone and then drops it to my budded nipple.
“It’s cold, so maybe you should turn the elevator’s main power back on so we don’t freeze to death.”
I don’t need to look at his face to know he is smiling.
I can feel it.
“You’re cold?”
I nod, uneager to test his leniency with a worded lie just yet. I’m also not sure I can speak through the lustiness scorching my throat.
“How?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “You’re so hot with lust that if I were to slide my cock inside you right now, you’d scald—”
“Off any nasties your inability to keep your dick in your pants might cause your wife?”
I said he could make any woman believe adultery is okay.
I am not that woman.
He smirks like I struck him, so I make right of the injustice.
I slap him.
The triumph I feel when his head rockets to the side only lasts a second. That’s how fast he advances on me without warning.
In less than a heartbeat, I’m re-pinned to the wall of the elevator, and my mouth is being ravished by the man I swore only minutes ago I’d never let touch me again.
Andrik kisses me as if he can’t breathe without his mouth on mine while he removes the bulky jacket stopping our bodies from completely joining.
The kiss steals away every negative thought I’m having. A deep, lush embrace that surges both my heart and clit into a chaotic beat. It is greedy and devouring, so you can imagine how hard it is for me to pull back.
It is a battle I win—just.
“Stop.” What should be an affirmation comes out sounding more like a moan. “I don’t want this.”
There’s no doubt my last word is a moan. It can’t be helped. Andrik’s growl when he slips his hands under my skirt to grip my bare ass warrants nothing less than a desperate, needy rumble.
He knows I’m bare under my skirt, and like all cocky, arrogant men, he assumes I went without panties for him.