Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Holy fuck!
I felt myself rising higher and higher as I clung to him, shuddering and moaning. Rocking my hips and groaning.
Kaz left my mouth and grunted in my ear, sending a delicious thrill through me. “You’re so fucking hot. I should fuck you on this dance floor.”
“Oh. Oh.”
He thrust his hips into mine and I could feel every inch of his big, hard cock. “Instead, I’m going to make you cum to my favorite song.”
I shivered in pleasure, moving my hips to match the rhythm of his skilled fingers.
The band’s song reached a crescendo just as I began to come undone. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”
“Fuck yes, mysh.” Kaz’s fingers turned relentless. Intense erotic sensations surged through my core. “Cum for me.”
My head fell back. “Oh, baby!”
Ivan shouted something from the stage, igniting the crowd into a frenzy of bliss.
And I came so fucking hard that I began to forget where the hell I was. All I knew was that I was the luckiest woman on this planet.
Chapter 35
Rock Star
Emily
Hours later, the echoes of applause still rang in my ears.
I wore Kaz’s suit jacket and lounged on the small stage with my legs stretched out comfortably in front of me, basking in the afterglow of the magical evening.
Harlem slept by me on his back. Light snores left his furry body. It was a shock that he was with me because lately he had transformed into Paolo’s dog and usually remained by his side.
However, Baba had kept Paolo in her room tonight just in case he woke up feeling alone or had a nightmare.
My shoes were tossed next to everyone else’s by the steps leading to the stage. I wasn’t sure when everyone decided to go barefoot, but I guessed it was after the five rounds of vodka shots that Kaz had made us all participate in.
Currently, the staff cleaned up around the ballroom, gathering plates and crystal glasses, wiping down tables and chairs, and putting out candles.
Meanwhile, we all hung out on the stage, partly to get out of the staff’s way and also to keep enjoying each other’s company due to the atmosphere still feeling electric.
What an amazing night. We all really needed this.
Kazimir’s cousin, Tisha sat beside me while a woman named Anya ran her fingers through his hair and kept kissing his cheek. Two other women, Liza and Maria remained behind Anya and glared at her the whole time.
What is going on with that? Are they friends? Or did they all come with Tisha?
I put my view on Misha and Max. They sat on the other side of the stage, laughing and chatting about something. It was in that moment that I realized they both were wearing the same suits. I hadn’t noticed that when we were all partying on the dance floor.
So then. . .Emilio was dressed like Misha and Max too?
I shook my head.
Thank God Kaz didn’t see that.
Lemonisha hung out by them.
When in the hell did Max bring the tree down?
I checked out the tree. It stood vibrant and proud on the stage. Those lush green leaves cast a lovely contrast against the deep hues of the ballroom. The tree’s branches stretched out gracefully.
And then there was her fruit. Bright and yellow, they hung heavily from the branches.
By the time we come back from New Orleans, I’m going to get me one of those lemons.
Max caught me looking at Lemonisha and moved her closer to him.
I rolled my eyes.
Max returned to his conversation with Misha, moving his hands around with each word.
Ava lounged between Misha’s legs and rested her head against his chest. A serene smile played on her face as she watched Max talk.
I didn’t know what Max was saying, but he kept making Ava and Misha laugh. In between chuckles, Ava sipped her glass of water.
Hmmm.
I studied her.
Ava is probably the only sober one on this stage.
She had passed on doing the vodka shots with all of us. I also couldn’t remember if she had drunk anything else this evening.
Wait a minute. Is it because she is being disciplined for ballet? Or. . .is she pregnant?
Max passed his joint to Misha who happily grabbed it.
Interesting. I didn’t know the Mosquito smoked.
I decided to stop being nosy and turned my view to the center of the stage where my baby held the band hostage.
Poor guys. They may never get to leave Moscow.
Surely, Crucifix deserved to go home. They had given their souls to tonight’s performance. Their voices and instruments blended seamlessly, evoking a tapestry of emotions for even me who barely understood what the lyrics meant.
I wish David were here. Maybe, I could have gotten David to help me drag Kaz away from them.
Always on top of things, David and Blue went off to make sure all guests left our mansion, and no one lingered back or created a threat.