Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
He’s on his knees, bending down to reach for something on the floor. Oh my God, he came prepared. He has the belt from one of the plush bathrobes in his hand. In one deft movement, he ties my wrists to the headboard and wraps the belt around them, securing it in place.
On his way back down, he slaps my pussy.
I gasp. “You can’t spank me there!”
“I can’t?” he says, bending over and spanking me again. “Do you really want to test that theory? My belt isn’t far off. I can go and get it if you really want me to prove how easily I can whip your pussy.”
It’s rare that I’m completely dumbfounded, but he’s done it. I stare, shivering at the sound of his dark chuckle, before he positions himself between my legs again. My hips jerk, eager for the warm, wet pressure of his tongue. He groans, his muscles tensing, his stiff cock in his hand as he jerks himself off while licking my pussy.
This is the dirtiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I am so here for it.
“You have my permission to come. This time,” he says. He licks me again, and my hips rise. He sucks my clit between his lips.
I shatter. The first spasm of ecstasy crashes through my veins, riding through me. He licks my clit, and I jerk and scream, my wrists tight in my restraints, my hips rising as I come on his face. He grips my ass and squeezes hard.
“Jesus,” he says to himself in a reverent whisper. “She’s still coming.” He licks me again and again. My orgasm is interminable. I think I stop coming and then go into a second one as he drives his fingers into my channel, pumping. I soak his hand, and still I come. Over and over, I climax against his mouth until I’m spent and can’t move.
I’m still tied to the bed when he grabs my legs, spreads them wide, and positions himself above me, driving his thick, hot, throbbing cock between them.
I come again as he thrusts into me, over and over, until I can’t take it anymore. I’m as weak as a rag doll, lying in the bed as he groans, tightens, and spills inside me. “Jesus,” he says. “Never seen one like that before. You’re so uninhibited. It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. God, woman.”
“You weren't exactly Mr. Shy when you came either, caveman.”
That earns me a bonafide smile from the guy.
“Ooh. A smile. What will you do if I feed you breakfast?”
He snorts. “Eat it? But you’re not feeding me breakfast. I waited a long time for this. You stay here. I want to eat breakfast in bed with you.”
He unties my wrists, and I lean back on the pillows, still warm and pliable after coming like that. “Alright,” I say. “If you insist.” Good thing he’s planning on feeding me since I don’t really trust myself to walk right now.
“You’ll find out soon that I don’t usually make suggestions.”
“Mmm,” I say thoughtfully as he tugs on boxers and heads to the door. “You’ll find out soon I don’t usually obey.”
The heat of his gaze turns whatever bones I have left to jelly. “We’ll work on that.”
“I hope we do.”
He shakes his head and heads for the door.
“Why are you wearing boxers?” I ask after his retreating back. “There’s no one here.”
“I can guarantee there’s video surveillance in the hallway, and I have no interest in my brothers seeing my junk.”
God. “Fair enough. So, I guess I can’t waltz around naked either, then?”
I wait for what’s sure to be a rewarding answer. “I’d have to fucking kill them if they saw you naked, so yeah.” He turns around halfway out the door. “And you wouldn’t sit for a fucking week.”
Jesus. I came twice, and now I’m turned on again.
I half fall asleep before he comes back with more food than I could eat in a week, but I’m famished, and the ripe fruit and scrambled eggs are delicious.
“What do you want to do on our first day?”
"Check out the workout room and make our way to the beach.” I shrug. "Fuck my husband again.”
“You’re right,” he says with a nod.
“About what?”
“You definitely don’t need cake to party.”
I smile. “Yeah and it’s probably time to talk about birth control.”
He blinks. “Birth control? Fuck birth control. We’re married.”
I stare at him. Jesus. “What? I’m not ready for babies yet, Lev.” I checked my bags already and confirmed I have my pills with me. It was one of the first things I asked Polina about and she hooked me up.
"I get it. It doesn’t have to happen today.” He pauses. “I’ll take very good care of you as my wife, Isabella.”
My heart thumps. “Even so… I’m not sure how I feel about having children.”