Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
The corner of my mouth lifts when it’s not too heavy. “Do I just hold it?”
“Khristos,” he mutters. “No. Lower the bar to your chest, then push it back up.” His face appears above me. “You weren’t lying when you said you hate exercise.”
I almost drop the freaking weight but straighten my arms in time. “I thought you didn’t remember?”
“I never said that.”
Lowering the bar to my chest, I raise an eyebrow at him.
“I said it didn’t matter to me,” he corrects me.
“Right,” I mutter as I keep doing sets.
“Jesus!” I hear Abbie cry angrily.
My head turns in her direction, and I watch as she struggles to free herself from where Instructor Nikolai has her pinned on a mat.
“Focus,” Misha snaps.
I turn my attention back to what I’m doing until my arms are trembling with exhaustion.
“How many more?” I gasp.
“I’ll tell you when to stop.”
“That’s not an answer,” I gasp as I push the weight up. “Five? Ten?”
“Keep talking, and I’ll make it fifty,” he threatens.
“Screw you,” I mutter breathlessly.
Misha moves around the side and throws a leg over me, so he’s straddling me. A hot-as-hell grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and with a low voice, he says, “Is that your way of asking me to take your virginity, moy malen'kiy olen'?”
My arms give way, and before the bar can slam into me, Misha grabs hold of it.
I don’t know why I do it, but the lie bursts over my lips, “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole, and I’m no longer a virgin.”
Shut up, Aurora!
My eyes widen as he lowers the bar down on my chest, practically pinning me in place, then he leans down. “Look who’s the liar now.”
“I’m not lying,” I hiss while I try to push the weight off me.
Misha’s the freaking incredible hulk compared to me, and I give up with an angry huff. “Get off me.”
“Why? From where I’m standing, it looks like you’re loving the position,” he taunts me. “I knew you were always vanilla.”
Vanilla? What’s that supposed to mean?
He sees the question on my face and mockingly explains, “You’re the kind of woman who just lies still while a guy fucks you. You probably have to fake an orgasm to get the guy to finish. Vanilla.”
Even though I’ve never had sex, the words hurt. He’s outright calling me boring in bed.
“Get off me,” I hiss as I push against the weight with all my strength.
Heat flares in his eyes, and it stuns me for a moment, then he tilts his head. “Maybe I’m wrong, and you’re feisty in bed after all.”
The moment he moves the death trap off me, I shoot into a sitting position and glare at him. “You’ll just have to keep wondering because there’s no way in hell you’ll ever find out.”
Misha lets out a dark chuckle, then he points to a mat. “Time to spar, moy malen'kiy olen'.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snap as I walk to the mat.
As I turn to face Misha, my legs are swept from under me, and I fall like a ton of bricks. He’s on top of me before I can even groan, and my arms are pinned above my head.
With his face close to mine, he growls, “Never. You’re still skittish like a little deer.”
“Yeah, but I’m not yours.” When he tilts his head, I chuckle, “That’s right. I learned how to speak Russian.” Straining against his hold on me, I lift my head and hiss, “Ya nikogda ne budu tvoyey.”
A smile tugs at his lips, and I can swear he looks turned on from me telling him I’ll never be his.
Leaning closer until I can feel his breath on my lips, he asks, “Is that a dare, moy malen'kiy olen'?”
Jesus, I can’t win with him.
Or my abdomen that’s fluttering like crazy while heat pools between my legs.
This is insane.
I bring my knee up and slam it into his back, but it hardly budges the man and only earns me an amused chuckle from him.
“Come on, D’Angelo,” he taunts me. “If this were real life, you’d be dead by now.”
“Ugh,” I strain against his hold, twisting my wrists in an attempt to free them. “You suck.”
Oh, way to go, Aurora. That should tell him.
It feels like I struggle for a solid half an hour when suddenly, Misha gets up, yanking me to my feet. All the humor is gone from his eyes as he glares at me.
“I want you here an hour before class. You’ll do weight training until you can lift a set of fifty-pound weights.”
My eyes widen. “That’s a lot!”
He shakes his head at me. “It’s nothing, princess. You need to get much stronger, or you won’t last.” He starts to walk away from me, then adds, “You have one week to get to twenty pounds, then I’m upping it to forty each.”