Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you’re perfect for me. You were made for me, weren’t you, sweetheart,” he says against my lips. He gives a small thrust, and it strokes everything inside me in the right places. Leaning in, I bite his shoulder and dig in until I break the skin. “Use me,” he breathes, encouraging me to keep on fucking him up.
He pulls me down even harder so he is seated fully in me, filling me.
Fuck, it feels good.
“Use me,” he says again, and I bite my way up his neck until I get to his chin, where I nibble before I find his lips and bite the bottom one. He kisses me back and takes everything. Perfectly.
“Harder,” I demand, and his hands on my hips move me up and down on his cock with more force. “Harder,” I say again, pulling away from his lips. “Fuck, I want you to come inside me,” I breathe, deprived of any thought that isn’t about pure, carnal bliss.
“You going to milk my cock, sweetheart?”
Fuck, his filthy mouth. I bite down on his bottom lip again and grunt, my nails digging into his flesh. “Yes, I want it all.”
“So fucking greedy.” He encourages me as I move my mouth to his shoulder and sink my teeth in, muffling my cry, riding the wave and realizing that hot water is still raining over us.
He leans back to stare into my eyes as he grabs my throat and pounds into me. “So fucking perfect.”
I can’t help but smile because I know he means it. Alek may be many things. Some of which I haven’t yet been able to come to terms with, but a liar he is not. “Do you like my pussy, Aleksandr?”
His eyes go hooded. I know he loves how I say his name.
“Alek.” His name is spoken from outside the shower, and I freeze. He pushes me against the wall and slams into me again. Gripping my ass with his hands, he moves me as someone says his name again. I realize then it’s a woman. I pull back a little to look at him.
“Who is that?” I ask with a heavy breath. But he keeps thrusting, and my orgasm hits me hard. It rocks me, and I scream his name. I can’t help it; it falls from my lips effortlessly.
“Who are you in there with?” the voice asks.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” he says against my neck. He bites down, and I feel him suck on my skin before I pull away, because I know exactly who that is, and I feel like I’m going to break apart. Every-fucking-time, she’s there.
“Put me down,” I command.
Within seconds, our bubble is shattered. He does as I ask, putting me down. I step out of the shower, and I’m not at all surprised to find Cinita in his bedroom.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say under my breath, not even embarrassed by the fact that I’m naked.
Cinita seems startled, her eyes wide when she sees me. “Lena?” Her expression twists. “Wow, I didn’t take you as someone to go after what’s mine.”
What’s hers?
I bite my tongue, too fucking hungover for this kind of shit.
Alek walks out then, putting a towel around himself and then one over my shoulder to try to cover me up.
“Why the fuck are you in my room?” he asks her.
I shrug off his hold and grip the towel. Wrapping it around me, I look back at her and see her staring at his bare hand that was just touching me.
“I didn’t hear you come in last night,” she says and pouts her bottom lip. I want to laugh, as it’s so clear how she manipulates him.
“I told you last night you were to leave by this morning. Now, get the fuck out of my house.”
“But I thought—” She stops and looks at me with a fiery rage. “Is she the reason you don’t want to touch me, or are you just collecting broken women now?”
“You’re a piece of work, you know that,” I shoot back angrily. I’ve fucking had enough.
“I thought you knew we were living together. Where else would I go?” she says with a casual shrug. “Sorry he’s been two-timing you, love.”
I scoff. “I know for a fact he wouldn’t touch you. And, I don’t know, maybe you can move in with one of the men you’re actually fucking.” My tone is venomous.
“Out,” Alek yells from behind me.
She’s shocked, and even I flinch under the harshness of his tone. I stay frozen as tears well in her eyes and then she runs out of the room. I step away from him, but he moves in front of me so quickly, I almost get whiplash.
I realize he’s blocking me from running. “Your dress has vomit on it. You can wait till Anya brings you clothes, and we can talk calmly about this. Cinita won’t be staying here anymore. She was supposed to be gone as of this morning.”