Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I watch as he moves in and out of me, the sight unbelievably intoxicating. I look up to find him watching me, his eyes blazing. He bites his lip, and I have never felt sexier than I do in this moment.
“See why I need a bed,” he says, thrusting into me and taking my breath away. “I want you every way I can think of and more. I need a flat surface to work with, one that won’t hurt my knees.”
I’m lost in his eyes and his words as he moves in me with no inhibitions whatsoever. His thrusts are hard, wanton, and have me shaking everywhere. I feel my release coming once more. I feel his throbbing deep inside me, and I arch off the bed, soft moans leaving me.
“Louder, Janie. Fuck,” he bites out, and then he presses his thumb into my clit, and he gets what he wants. My throat hurts from the sounds flying out of me as he ruthlessly circles my clit with his thumb, still thrusting deep into me and making it really hard to think that there is life outside of this room, this bed and, good God, this man.
My release comes quickly, knocking the breath and any coherent thoughts from my body. He follows just as quickly, roaring as he stills inside me, and thankfully, I open my eyes to see him. He jerks into me, his head falling back as the veins in his neck become visible. My mouth is dry when I watch as he fills me, watch as his body shakes with his release. His body is taut, his muscles straining under his flesh as he gasps for breath.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, and I’m rewarded with the most lovely smile.
He drops his head, looking down at me, and I’m breathless. “That’s my line, Janie.”
I don’t apologize, not that he gives me time to before he covers my body with his, taking my mouth slowly and languidly. His weight is welcome. I crave it, and I wish I could just live in him. His arms are so thick, and when he wraps them around me, falling to the side so that I am pressed to his chest, I feel whole. I clasp my hands and place them on his chest as his heart pounds under them. When he jumps, my eyes fly open. “Ouch. Damn, the rubber band caught my chest hairys.”
I can’t laugh at the way he says hairys, especially when I feel so awful. “Oh, I’m sorry!”
I go to move them, but he takes my wrist in his hand, running his thumb over the bands. His eyes search mine, and I hold my breath, knowing what he is about to ask. I have been honest, extremely honest, which is really surprising, but I know he won’t like the answer. He clears his throat, possession deep in his blue eyes. “Are these because of your past?”
I work my lip, my brows knitting. “Yes,” I answer, once more stunned by how easy it is to do so. “The Grandmaster made me wear them so I could punish myself when he wasn’t around, because he said I knew when I was doing wrong. It’d help me behave in front of the men. But all it did was give me a complex, and I’d start snapping myself because I was upset.”
The look on his face guts me. Pure anger swirls in those depths, and I have never felt like this before. So wanted, so protected, and so cared for.
He brings my wrists to his lips, biting through the bands with his teeth and then spitting them to the side with ease.
“How did you do that so gracefully?”
He gives me a grin. “I didn’t. They popped me in the mouth, but I don’t care.”
I should laugh, but I can’t. Tears flood my gaze, and soon, it’s hard to see him.
“You don’t need to punish yourself for anything, Austen. You do you, what you want, and what you need.” A few tears escape, and he doesn’t let them go far before he’s wiping them away. “I know you may have some trauma to get through, but I want to make it easier for you to see the way out.”
Is this what love feels like?
This knocking, overwhelming feeling in my chest?
I lean in, my mouth quivering before I whisper, “Thank you.”
His shoulders fall, a small sigh leaves his lips, and he whispers back, “Anything for you.”
It was out of the question to believe anyone from New Beginnings. But with Dimitri, I believe him with every ounce of my being.
thirty-three
Austen
“Austen,” I hear him call from the kitchen.
“Yeah?”
“Baby,” he calls again, and I pop my head out of my room, where I am trying to find my other shoe.
“Yes, moy lev?” I ask, a little smirk turning my lips up.