Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“No,” I lie. “Why would I be afraid?”
“Because I’d be afraid if I were you,” Victor says bluntly.
“Should I be?” Instead of turning away and running for the door, I turn the counter and take a few steps toward him.
“Of course not.” He still doesn’t move. It might be his way of gauging the situation, letting me take control until he’s sure it’s going to happen. Damn it. I can’t handle this sort of pressure. I’ve never been here before. “Everything I’ve said to you is the truth. I never have and never will hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it. Hell, you’re safer in here with me than you are out there.”
I believe him, too.
I get within arms reach of him and stop. His eyes have followed mine the whole way over, and he hasn’t dared look down at the leather coat around my shoulders.
I gulp. “Everything?” I slide my arms out of the sleeves but keep the coat on a while longer.
A devilish grin stretches across Victor’s face, realizing what’s still going to happen. Nerves aside, tonight is all about one thing. I shrugged off his dirty business, knowing that we’re going to seal whatever fucked up relationship we’ve concocted over the last six months. I’m not backing down now.
And I’m not going to let him, either.
“Good,” he says. “I was starting to think you changed your mind about me.”
With his words, he leaps out of the chair with such grace and elegance, I could’ve mistaken him for a gymnast. His hands wrap around my body, and he spins me around and launches an assault on my mouth.
I travel the length of his body and throw my arms around his massive shoulders. We lose ourselves to the embrace. Kissing like we’ve never kissed before. Lustful, hungry, and passionate, our tongues collide and tangle.
I exhale soft cooing moans instead of breaths. Victor’s body reacts where his voice fails him. The cock dangling between his legs presses against me while we kiss. Every passing second makes it stiffer until I can feel it throbbing against my belly.
Victor takes a step back, and the hollow gap between our bodies feels like an endless void of emptiness. He breaks our kiss, and it’s the first time his eyes roam across my outfit.
“What’s this, then?” His hands immediately find the belt of my coat. “Don’t you know you have to dress down for an occasion like this?”
Flustered and panting, I manage to get a giggle out. “Don’t you remember? I’ve never been to an occasion like this.”
“Oh, I remember, Doc.” Victor undoes the belt. “It hasn’t stopped plaguing me since you said it.”
It’s my turn to step away. He growls as I do, and his hands continue snatching in my direction, unable to accept that I’m not right up against him anymore. But it’s all worth it when I roll my shoulders back and the coat pools around my ankles.
“Is this dressed down enough?” I tease.
My naked body is on full display. With where the night was headed, I didn’t want anything getting in the way of our fun. We’ve spent so many sessions together getting frisky, but never once have I had the nerve to strip down fully. I wouldn’t be able to explain any of it away, really, but being naked always felt like a much worse offense than Victor eating my pussy.
Victor’s jaw drops to the floor, and he gawks at me wide-eyed. A low growl emits from the back of his throat, and I can see his muscles visibly strain to hold him back.
“I knew you were stunning. Could see it through the clothes.” Victor nearly chokes on his words. “But you’re fucking perfect.”
He throws himself forward and hauls me to him. His hands instantly meet my ass while his mouth finds its place on the crook of my neck. We walk while he kisses every inch of my feverish skin. I lose myself to pleasure and lust, and only when my knees buckle against the back of the hotel bed do I realize Victor’s already shed most of his layers.
The only one that’s left is his underpants, stretching into an uncomfortable tent by the spear trying to cut through.
He shoves a hand between our bodies and rests his palm against my pussy. His middle finger starts to move, and another growl tears out of his mouth at the feeling of my juices coating my thighs.
“Fucking soaked,” he mutters.
“You’re one to talk.” I grab onto the base of his cock through his boxers. It’s like latching onto an iron bar.
“What can I say? He likes you.” With a gentle nudge, Victor sends me falling backward onto the bed. I don’t have time to process what he’s doing before he’s on his knees, my legs over his shoulders, and his tongue where his hand just was.