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)
His low, dark chuckle makes my frayed nerves quiver. “This is no workout routine, Isabella.”
I give a mock gasp. “No,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you going to make me confess my addiction to sweets and my appalling lack of cardio?”
A hint of a smirk tugs at his lips. “It’s more your extracurricular activities that interest me.”
I toss my hair, but he’s got me in a tight grip. With deft moves, he lifts both of my wrists over my head. I crane my neck to see what he’s doing but can’t really get a good view. I don’t need to, though, as the next moment, my wrists are pulled into restraints.
Uh-oh.
Here we goooooo.
“I’m just trying to learn everything I can about you, of course. You intrigue me.”
He snorts. “Right.”
“Go ahead, Lev. Give me your best,” I challenge, dropping the teasing lilt of my voice. “Whips and intimidation tactics won’t break me. And honestly, I’m not scared of you.”
“Good,” he responds. “Fear makes people weak. I prefer my women strong.”
His women. Why does a sudden need to know exactly who his women have been grip me? He’s nothing to me. I don’t care.
I’m not jealous. God.
He pulls a lever, and I stifle a gasp when my wrists are lifted above my head so high I’m on my tiptoes. He has complete access to my naked body.
And something tells me he’s going to use that to his full advantage. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself for something. Anything. But when long minutes pass, I finally venture to open an eye.
He’s standing in front of me, his face unreadable as he looks at his handiwork. When he meets my gaze, he doesn’t speak, but something warm and delicious unfurls in my belly.
It could work, my instincts purr. We could conquer everything together. If only I could get him to come to me, to bow just the tiniest bit, I could have this man eating out of the palm of my hand. I want him. I want us.
I blink, trying to shake the spell he has over me. It doesn’t work.
Slowly, methodically, as if he’s polishing specks of dust off a prized possession, he runs his hand down the length of my body. He starts at my shoulders, his hands hot to the touch. Down my back he goes, to the small of my back, until he gets to my ass. I watch the outline of his arousal with appreciation, his thick cock taut in his pants. I lick my lips.
Next, he runs his hands down the length of my thighs, all the way down my calves, down to my feet.
“What’s your training regimen?” he asks me, taking me by surprise. “Your body’s an absolute pillar of perfection.”
His praise warms me. I didn’t expect it.
“I eat clean. Run for cardio. Swim at every opportunity. Strength train five days a week. But really, mi querido jefe, it isn’t fair. Here I am, all naked and on display, and I can only guess at what’s beneath your clothes.”
A corner of his lips quirks up, but he doesn’t bite.
He comes in front of me and steps so close, the warmth of his breath brushes my skin. He weighs my breasts in his palms and brushes his thumbs across my nipples. I do my best but can’t completely stifle a hum of approval. My God, it feels good to be touched like this.
Thankfully, I’m good with the knowledge that I’m crazy. Most women would likely berate themselves for craving the touch of their captor. Me? I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
CHAPTER SIX
Lev
If Kolya, our mentor, were here, he’d warn me to watch out for this one. She reminds me of a Venus flytrap. It’ll lure you in with its sweet, seductive nectar, but when an unsuspecting insect lands on the trap, it snaps shut, ensnaring its prey before it sucks the life out of it. She’s stunning, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and yet every instinct in me tells me to turn and run in the other direction.
Kolya didn’t just train us physically, showing us how to hone our bodies to become finely tuned instruments as powerful as a weapon; he taught us mental resilience, too. In all honesty, that training’s been way more useful than the physical stuff. Any lout can teach you how to shred with macros and protein. This guy taught us how to persevere.
I’ve put his training to good use, and I’m gonna have to do it now. Because it doesn’t matter that her eyes are like molten chocolate, warm and sensual in all the best ways, framed in long, thick black lashes. It doesn’t matter that she’s so beautiful, she makes my heart ache—the kind of woman men lose their religion over and the type of body that makes them sell their souls to the devil.