Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
His hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me close. Pressing his forehead against mine, he rasped, “If you think I’m going to be satisfied with a barrier between us after I’ve felt the clenching heat of your pussy against my flesh, you are seriously mistaken.”
“You’re not supposed to say things like that. I’m not on the pill. There are other things to consider.”
He lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. “Good. I like the idea of knocking you up. I’m clean and I already know you are. This is happening, baby.”
Oh, right, his plundering of my medical records and bank accounts.
Wait. He liked the idea of knocking me up?
Who the hell says shit like that to a woman they just met?
I stared at the large, pulsing shaft between us. The air left my body as I shook my head. “No! No! Hell, no!”
“Sorry for this.”
“Sorry for what—”
His hand pressed against the center of my chest, pushing me backwards. My head dangled upside down between his legs as his massive hands spanned my hips.
With one thrust, he impaled me.
I screamed.
After thrusting to the hilt, he leaned over and wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me upright. The movement only forced him deeper inside of me.
My fingernails clawed at his chest, drawing blood. “Take it out. Take it out! It hurts.”
“I know, baby. It’s always going to hurt a little,” he whispered against my ear before biting my earlobe as he pushed his hips upward.
He shifted his hand around my neck to bury it in my hair, pulling sharply, until my head fell back, pushing my breasts forward. He then latched on to my other nipple and sucked, all while bucking his hips, thrusting in and out of me.
I bounced on his cock like a wanton whore on a fucking bull ride.
With his one hand pulling on my hair from behind, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me slightly off his lap.
That was when he really pounded into me.
It was so fierce and borderline violent, I forgot to breathe, just holding the air in my lungs until they felt like they would burst.
My fingers curled into his chest hair and pulled as I screamed again.
Although this time it wasn’t from shock or pain.
He’d tilted his hips slightly and hit just the right spot again.
I was close to coming undone.
The fire behind me pulsed heat over my back as I clung to him for dear life. It truly felt as if I were riding a wild beast.
Especially when he sank his teeth into the sensitive curve of my breast.
My mouth opened on a silent scream as the sharp pain mixed with pleasure, overwhelming my senses. I felt used, degraded, pleasured, and treasured all at the same time.
His thick cock opened and stretched my still sore pussy. There was no hiding from the assault. With my knees straddling his hips and his hand anchored in my hair, there was no way to shield myself from his brutal thrusts.
Shifting his hand from my hip, he moved to tease my clit with the tip of his finger.
It was too much.
Flashes of light burst behind my eyelids as the air I had been holding came bursting out of my lungs on a scream.
He lifted his hips to thrust inside of me several more times before he pushed upwards and pressed hard between my legs as he clenched his jaw and groaned.
The moment his body slackened, mine did the same.
I collapsed forward, curling into his chest with my head resting on his shoulder.
His arms immediately wrapped around me, holding me close.
As my heavy breathing brushed the waves of his raven black hair, my eyes flew open.
Oh, fuck. He’d come inside me. Again.
I leaned back, pressing my hands against his chest.
For several moments, neither of us spoke.
Then I slapped him.
CHAPTER 17
VIVIAN
His arm shot out to grasp around the back of my neck to pull me close. “Never hit a man with an open palm. Always a fist, krasivaya.”
Then his mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss.
His cock was still buried inside of me. I could feel it harden as he deepened the kiss.
Panicking, I pushed back against his chest.
With his arm wrapped securely around my waist, he lifted us both. I tried not to think about how empty it felt when he pulled free of my body. As if I’d lost a part of myself.
I straddled the wooden saddle, which differed from a typical Western one, before the fireplace. The cool wood soothed the burn in my thighs. The pommel was flat and wider, ending much higher, as was the back. It basically hugged my body.
After tucking his cock back into his pants, Var stretched his arm out and retrieved the discarded riding crop.
Oh, God. What had I done?
He straddled the horse’s saddle behind me. There was such a sizeable difference in height. My head barely came to his shoulder as he leaned his chest against my back to whisper in my ear, “Did your Google tell you I am Russian by geography only? In my blood, I am a Buryat, a Mongol, born in the middle of one of the most uninhabitable places on earth. Siberia.”