Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Just a few feet away.
And it was a temptation he’d been unable to resist.
To his surprise, she suddenly sat up and looked around, her gaze going directly to where he leaned against the wall.
Shit.
Could she see him? How could she see him?
Unless . . . had she been awake since he’d entered the room?
That was . . . interesting.
Had she been awake before he came in or had he woken her up?
She slid from the bed without waking Roman. He frowned when he saw that she was no longer wearing his sweatshirt. But she reached down and grabbed it from the floor, pulling it over her head.
That was better.
He didn’t give a fuck what it said about him to be this possessive of her. He was who he was.
And he wasn’t going to apologize.
On silent feet that impressed him, she walked over to where he sat.
“Are you all right?” she whispered.
His eyebrows rose. She was concerned about him? Not upset that he’d snuck into her room in the middle of the night?
He crooked a finger at her and she slowly walked closer.
But not close enough.
Leaning forward, he grasped her around the waist and lifted her onto his lap so her legs straddled his. His large hands tightened their hold on her thighs as she wriggled.
“Stay still,” he murmured. “Or you might get more than you bargained for.”
She froze. “Do you mean . . .”
“I’m hard as a rock, baby. And this close to stripping off those boxers and bending you over that bed.”
He heard her breath hitch, but she made no other noise. She was good at staying quiet. It made him want to test her. To see how long she could stay quiet while he licked her pussy.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that, though,” he whispered.
“I’m not?” She didn’t sound so sure.
“No. But you will be. And then you’ll find out what it truly means to be mine. In all ways.” He reached down and cupped her mound through the thin material of Roman’s boxers.
He had to fight another surge of jealousy. She was theirs too. She could wear their clothes.
But he didn’t have to like it. He wanted to rip their clothes off her.
And cover her with him.
He moved his hand up to the waistband of the boxers and slid it underneath and down to her slit.
Fuck. She was so wet.
“We shouldn’t be doing this with Roman just there,” she said, squirming.
He lightly slapped her ass. “Stay still. You don’t want to wake him. And I won’t hesitate to put you over my knee if you’re naughty.”
Her breath hitched again.
Oh, she liked the idea of that, didn’t she?
She was a very naughty girl.
He slid his finger down to her entrance, pushing it inside.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “This isn’t what I came in for.”
“No? What did you come in for?”
“Just to check on you,” he told her. “I needed to make sure you were all right.”
“You were worried about me?”
She sounded so shocked and he didn’t like that.
Had she never had someone worry about her?
Or maybe she’s amazed that you were worried about her.
Alexei shrugged. “I guess I was since I’m here.”
“That’s really kind. But I’m fine. Rome is here.”
“So he is. Sweetly holding your hand, sleeping on top of the covers . . . I won’t be like that.”
“What . . . what do you mean?” she asked as he slid a second finger inside her.
“I mean that I’m the guy who will take advantage of every inch you give me and push for more.”
He slid his fingers out of her pussy and caught her cry of protest with his lips. Then he drew back, his lips a mere inch from hers. “You’re going to stay very quiet for me.”
“And if I can’t?” she whispered back.
He grinned. “Then you’ll find out what happens to naughty girls.”
Disobey me, Bunny.
Push me.
Bring. It. On.
He stood and held her in his arms, then he walked to the bed and laid her down on the end so her hips were at the edge of the mattress.
“What . . . what are you doing?”
“Quiet, Bunny,” he ordered. “The only time I want to hear you speak is if it’s to say your safeword. I’m hungry and I want a midnight snack.”
Well, if he wanted a midnight snack then shouldn’t he have gone to the kitchen? Why was he in here?
Suddenly, he drew off her boxers before pushing her thighs apart.
Oh.
Ohhh.
Now she got it. He wanted to eat her.
This wasn’t something she had any experience of. Would he like it? Would she taste all right?
Oh God.
She’d never been like this before. She’d done more worrying since meeting these guys than she had in the last ten years combined.
Before she could decide whether she was going to ask him if he really wanted to do this and what he’d do if she tasted awful, he’d taken a long, slow lick of her.