Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Hold up.
Tension gathered in my shoulders.
That. . .vase looks almost the same. . .as the other bouquet.
“The whole operation got out of hand. I heard King David went ballistic due to thinking you were dead.” Valentina strolled over to the writing desk, grabbed the chair, and placed it next to my bed. “He will need to keep his cool in the future or I will get rid of him.”
God, please tell me that she isn’t the mystery person.
“However, I can totally understand why King David would be so smitten with you.” She lowered into the chair and crossed her legs.
I swallowed. It was hard not to put my gaze on them.
Valentina was beauty incarnate. The sort of beauty that made so called straight women reconsider their sexuality. Being that I was in fact attracted to both sexes, her presence always made things difficult.
However, I had known back in Moscow that I would never cross that line with her. She was the fucking Lion’s sister and absolutely crazy.
I witnessed some of the things that occurred between Maxwell and her. They seemed like toxic-want-to-fuck-each-other frenemies.
Oh wait! That’s why Maxwell said he wouldn’t get involved. Shit.
I could see Maxwell avoiding the entire situation just because Valentina was involved. Had it been anybody else, he probably would have said something.
No. This is not good at all.
There were whispers that Valentina brutally killed a ballerina in Prague. It was something about a shoe or book being stuck deep inside the dead woman’s ass.
Add the fact that her temper was more dangerous than the Lion’s, had me close to racing out of this room. Lucky for her, I didn’t have the energy to flee.
Yeah. . .I will have to shut this down fast.
While I had survived drowning, I would not survive Valentina.
As if hearing my words, she curved those full lips into a wicked smile. “I have been trying to taste you since we entered Italy. I imagine your pussy tastes like warm honey.”
Fuck.
How did one respond to that?
Awkward as hell, I simply stirred on the bed.
Valentina drew tiny swirls onto her exposed thigh. And it was a very very nice thigh. “I have been doing my best to romance you.”
Ignore the legs. Look at her eyes. You have enough love problems.
Valentina batted those lashes. “And, you should have come up on the roof that night. I had an elegant dinner prepared for you.”
“I. . .Valentina.” I gave her a weak smile. “You are breathtaking and. . .sexy, but I am not interested—”
“Because you are scared?” She hit me with a devilish smirk. “Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Close them.”
“Why?”
“I want you to imagine something in your mind.” Valentina pouted. “Please, Blue. Do it for me.”
Gulping down fear, I closed my eyes.
“Picture this, Blue.” Her voice brushed against my skin. “Both of our sculpted bodies are naked and on the bed.”
My heartbeats increased.
“Your nipple is in my mouth. That soft, wet pussy is writhing beneath mine. Throbbing. Melting. The only sound is the bed rocking and your moans. Your begging.”
I gripped the sheets.
“Can you see it?”
I bit my bottom lip.
“Imagine our bodies, in the tides of passion, moving together like waves in a turbulent sea, crashing and receding, taking us to far off places both abstract and real.”
My nipples tightened.
Holy shit.
I opened my eyes.
Valentina now sat on the bed. Her perfume wrapped around me. It was lavender and strawberry ice cream. I could taste it on my tongue.
I leaned back. “I am sorry. . .Valentina, but I cannot. . .date you.”
“Date?” Valentina chuckled. “You would not survive dating me, Blue.”
Oh.
She tilted forward, providing me with a great view of her cleavage. “I am entirely too much for you.”
I widened my eyes. “I agree.”
“What I am proposing is one evening of my tongue playing with your pussy.”
I blinked. “Oh. . .uh. . .yeah. I cannot do that.”
“You cannot let me lick your pussy?”
“No?”
She chuckled. “Are you asking me a question or answering?”
“Uh. . .I am. . .answering.” I cleared my throat. “No. I am saying no.”
“Why?” She leaned her head to the side. “Have you lost your pussy?”
“What? No. It is with me—”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Valentina.”
“Then, let me see it.” She grinned. “Let me make sure it is still there.”
I opened my mouth, closed it. “It is fine.”
“You will never know unless you let me see.” She slipped her hand toward the blanket and began moving it away.
“No.” I brought the blanket back up. “I am not going to let you see it.”
“Then, you will never know if you have lost your pussy or if it is still attached to you.”
“I am fine with that.”
She moved in closer. Barely three inches ran between our mouths. “At night, I think of your sexy body, naked and on my bed. Spread eagle.”
Holy shit.
I panted a little.
She inhaled me. “And I am pushing the tip of my tongue between your pussy lips, teasing your clit. Wouldn’t that feel good?”