Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I—” The quickest twitch behind me swallows the rest of my denial. He is hard and heavy against my back, as turned on now as he was when he had his cock between my lips. “Like this?” I ask after lowering my hand to my pussy and thrumming my clit with my thumb.
Yev wets his lips before jerking up his chin. “Does it feel good?”
I nod before a single objection can fire through my head. It does feel good, so why am I also being filled with shame? This is my body, so shouldn’t I be free to do whatever the hell I want to it?
“Please touch me,” I beg when my anxiety creeps higher than my wish to come.
“Pol—”
“Please,” I beg again, unashamed since it is Yev’s reflection bouncing back at me.
The ice thaws away with him, the hurt nowhere near as obvious. It probably has more to do with the way he looks at me than the negative thoughts he steals from my head when bedding me, but noteworthy, nonetheless.
I’m aware I have him snagged when he harshly swallows before demanding, “Shift up.”
A tremoring breath rumbles in my throat when my new position allows his thick cock to brace at the seam of my pussy. We’ve never attempted a position like this before. My need for eye contact usually keeps positions like this off the table.
The mirrors assure me it won’t be an issue this time around.
“I want you to stroke your clit like I usually do,” Yev instructs, his words as strained as the veins in his densely thick cock.
This position may kill me.
Not physically. The painful stretch of taking a man with impressive girth and length has been eased by multiple orgasms. The one that snuck up on me unaware is when Yev’s cum landed on my tongue, and the blinding one that couldn’t sneakily arrive since it was loud and body-shaking.
I mean mentally.
I can see everything. Yev’s eyes, the bliss on his face as he slowly sinks inside me, and the way he rolls his teeth over his lower lip before he cusses about my tightness. I can even see the hand he drops to the lower half of my stomach to encourage my hips to roll in tempo to the upward thrusts of his droolworthy Apollo’s belt.
I watch him fuck me as every negative thought in my head fades to nothing, and the visual is wondrous.
With one hand ensuring I can’t misunderstand how deep he’s taking me, Yev’s other hand wanders all over me—on my neck, my breasts, my hips. He even drops it to the opening of my pussy so he can encourage the sluggish strokes of my clit from gentle to urgent.
Within a handful of joint rotations, it is swollen and needy, pulsating with the frantic beats of my heart. Every swivel makes me wetter and hotter, and within seconds, the urge to come overwhelms me.
“Look at her,” Yev commands, his voice clipped when the desire to close my eyes overwhelms me.
The visual of his fat cock ramming in and out of me is too much.
I’m losing control.
Steamrolling into oblivion.
Eye contact is too much for me right now.
“Look at her!” Yev demands again, his shouted words vibrating through us.
He pulls back strands of hair hugging my sweat-drenched cheeks before he tugs my head back, forcefully aligning my eyes with a pair I don’t recognize in the mirror.
She doesn’t look tormented and scared.
She is liberated and free.
The girl I never thought I would be.
“Look at her.” His voice is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It is almost nurturing and full of pride. “So fucking humble and sweet. The very epitome of perfection.” Wetness pricks my eyes when he says, “She is you, Polina. She. Is. You.”
I break just as the last word leaves his mouth.
Both physically and mentally.
19
YEV
After Kliment updates me on the movement of the man who killed my brother, I shift our focus onto matters closer to home. “How did you go with that other search I asked you about?”
He closes down the video footage of Kirill being moved from a maximum-security prison in Maryland to one not listed on the USA inventory of penitentiaries. He then opens a folder my newly purchased laptop didn’t have when Micah dropped it off at my apartment. “It should be a fuckton easier to track someone in their home country, but this guy is a fucking ghost.” He brings up an image of Brecken that Polina gave me earlier. He was her second foster father. “I even ran him through the English abroad program every backpacker slash English teacher has to register on to be paid. I couldn’t find him.”
“What about the foster care program? Surely someone there would have details about him. You don’t just hand over the care of a child to a man you know nothing about.”