Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I don’t know what I expected he’d do, but kissing was definitely not at the top of the list of punishments.
Emotions burst in my chest, all in stark contrast with each other. Shame, hurt, confusion, then heat floods my body, and desire joins in the chaos.
His tongue massages mine possessively, his breaths giving air to my lungs.
It’s wrong. It’s a tool to control me.
But…
Nikolas seems to lose his mind, the kiss turning wild as he claims every inch of my mouth. Tingles spark to life beneath my skin, my abdomen clenches hard, and a need I never thought was possible to feel fills me.
A need for more from the man I despise.
Holy shit.
My handbag drops to the floor with a dull thud, my hand numbly finds his bicep, and I hold on for dear life as he ravages me.
I don’t push him away. I don’t put up a fight.
This does not escape my attention.
Instead, I lift onto my tiptoes, pushing closer to him because the kiss is overwhelmingly hot, the best I’ve ever experienced, and nothing in me wants to stop it.
Crazy. I know.
His scent fills the air I’m desperately trying to breathe. A needy moan escapes me, a shock to my ears. I return the kiss, and our tongues start to fight for control.
Ha, who am I kidding? I’ll never have any control where this man is concerned.
Nikolas’ kiss breaks down my resistance. It obliterates it.
I begin to feel dizzy from the lack of air, or maybe it’s from the all-consuming force he’s taking me with. The fear takes a back seat to the desire filling my veins.
I feel him everywhere as I’m overwhelmed. His mouth devouring mine, his hard muscle beneath my fingers, his solid body pressed against me.
And God help me, it’s absolute madness… but… I want more.
Chapter 13
Tess
I lose control until I’m just emotions, sensations, and need.
Trying to make sense of what’s happening is no longer an option. I don’t think of him as the head of the mafia, my stepbrother, the age gap.
All I can process is how good this man feels and tastes. So so good.
When his grip around my throat loosens, and the kiss becomes downright dirty, my hands move to his chest. I drink in the feel of the hard planes I got to see the first time we met.
Nikolas pushes both hands into my hair, his body presses against mine as if he’s trying to envelop me in all of him. It makes my desire grow, loving the feel of his power and his unnerving intensity swallowing me whole.
One of his hands leaves my hair, then his fingers burn a hot path over my collar bone and further down. His palm takes the weight of my breast, and he squeezes so hard, I whimper against his mouth. My lips tingle from all the friction, but I can’t get enough of the dark and predatory taste of him.
I’ve lost my mind.
Nikolas’ other hand drops down to my bottom, and as his fingers dig into my buttcheek, he lets go of my breast. His palm burns over my curves before slipping between my legs. He cups me through the light summer dress I’m wearing, a satisfied groan rumbling from deep in his chest.
Lifting my hands to the sides of his jaw, I get drunk on the feel of the bristles beneath my fingers.
God, this man.
Our breaths are ragged, and all I can do is gasp. Suddenly he tears his mouth away from mine, then he licks the sensitive skin over my racing pulse before biting down.
A needy whimper leaves me, my eyes almost rolling back in my head from how deliriously good it feels.
His palm starts to massage me between my legs, and well past the point of reasoning, my hips swivel, and I press down against his touch.
“Fuck,” he snaps, urgency lacing the harsh word. Lifting my dress, Nikolas shoves his hand past the lace of my panties. Feeling him touch me in such an intimate way has my abdomen clenching unbelievably hard.
His finger thrusts inside me, ripping another groan from him. “Jesus, you’re soaked.”
My cheeks flame, but before I can start to feel self-conscious, his mouth crushes against mine again. I’m swept away on a cloud of pleasure. Whimpers and gasps are my only way of communicating how good it feels.
He moves with force, his palm kneading me relentlessly, his finger plunging in and out of me until my body tenses, and an orgasm – so intense it robs me of all my other senses –seizes me in its electrifying hold.
I cry into Nikolas’ mouth, my nails scraping over his jaw while my body convulses against his. He forces me to ride the orgasm until the last drop of strength is drained from me.
Lifting his head, we gasp for air. My eyes open in time to see unbridled lust tightening his features.