Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
His hips jerk, and I can tell he’s just on the verge of coming when he grasps my head and yanks me off of him. “Bend over that fucking table before I jerk off all over you, tie you to my bedpost, and set this fucking house on fire.”
Oh dear God.
I’m reeling from what he’s saying, what he’s doing, my mind a blank slate and my body deliciously pliable. I bend over the table and spread my legs, unable to stop myself if I wanted to. His hot, thick cock lines up at my entrance while he fingers my ass, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream.
He bends his mouth to my ear. “I love you, Lydia. And yes, I’m obsessed with you. I have no regrets. None.”
He thrusts in me so hard I scream, bracing myself on the table. I’m so full, so perfectly filled with him, that I can’t think beyond the need to feel him thrust again, and again, and again. I need him. I want him. I’m fucking dying to have him come in me.
“You are mine, Lydia,” he growls as the first wave of ecstasy consumes me. “Mine,” he says with another savage thrust. “And don’t you ever fucking forget that.” As his hot seed lashes into me, he fists my hair and yanks my head back. “Tell me. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands before he sinks his mouth to my neck and bites.
I scream, hot pain melding with pleasure as he thrusts into me again and again. Bliss explodes in my body, my pulse racing as it washes through me. I grip the table and give myself over to the kind of pleasure only Viktor could ever give me.
This. This is what I want, what I need. I can’t be with a man who doesn’t love me like this. I can’t be with a man who doesn’t make me fucking burn for him.
I scream his name while I come. I take every drop of his seed until I collapse to the table. The torn bit of paper clings to my damp skin as the cup rolls off and bounces off the floor.
“I’m yours,” I say with abandon, breathing into him. “Yours, Viktor.”
As always, when we’re spent, hot, and sweaty, and he's come back to his senses, he lifts me to his chest and carries me to the bedroom. This time, though, he takes off all my clothes so he can inspect me.
He kisses the red lines of welts on my ass and thighs.
I hiss in a breath when he frowns and shakes his head. “I like those,” I tell him. I do. I love looking at them in the mirror and remembering how I got them. I love the pain they bring. I smile wickedly to myself at the sting the day after he welts me.
“Stay there,” he says. “I’m cleaning you up.”
He comes out with the warm washcloth and washes me all over before he kisses my temple again. “I love you so much, Lydia. So much.”
My eyes feel heavy as I lie next to him.
I haven’t told him I loved him yet.
It seems so fast as if I’m in a race car that’s gone out of control, and at any minute, I’m going to careen into something that destroys me.
I fall to sleep with his arm slung around me and wonder what is so wrong with a girl like me that I can only come when it hurts and only love when it’s wrong.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Viktor
“I think it’s probably best if we go to my mom’s,” Vera says over coffee the next day. “She’s supposed to be getting back from her trip today and will be able to go over the final guest list.”
“I think that's a good idea. Have you asked Lydia?”
“No,” Vera says, frowning. “I thought she was with you.” I look around the room as if she might suddenly materialize out of thin air. Of course she isn't here.
I would know.
Where the hell is she?
“Supposed to?” Nikko says with a frown from the couch.
“Vera, I thought she was with you,” I snap. “Where is she?” The next thing I know, Nikko is in my face. “Talk to my wife that way again,” he snarls.
I shove him back. “Step down, brother.”
“Boys, boys, settle down,” Lydia says, coming around the corner. “What the hell is going on?”
“Prince Charming was losing his loving mind because he couldn't find you,” Nikko retorts.
After what happened last night, I half expected her to try to escape. Not that she'd have an easy time of it, with the guards at every exit, the surveillance on her, and the tracker she doesn't know about yet.
I told her last night, when I had her bent over the table, fucking her senseless, that I was tracking her. But she probably assumes it's just the tracker on her phone.