Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
I jump off the stool and away from her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I want to see your face.”
“No one sees my face.”
She bites her bottom lip, gazing at me. The silence is deafening, and as I’m about to break it, she speaks. “If you want me to stay, you need to show me who you are. You pulled a fucking gun on me. You degraded me. You bit me, scared me, and I let you. I’ll keep letting you, but I need to know who you are. Unless you’re a psycho who wants to play with his next kill before he offs her. Then I guess you don’t owe me shit, but if you want more with me, you need to be real. I want to know what you’re hiding from the world. I don’t want you hiding it from me.”
“No one sees my face. My rules.”
She moves away from me, walking back to her side of the island and then further away to the front door. “Then I’m not staying here. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Bree
I grab the overnight bag Mikhail made me pack and head toward the front door. But then warm hands encircle my wrist, pulling me back. I turn and see those bright wolf eyes glaring back at me.
“You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you’re done with because I’m done with you.”
An animalistic growl fills the ten-million-dollar penthouse apartment. Whatever Mikhail does, he’s good at it based on how posh this place is. He lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder.
“Put me down.”
“You don’t want me to put you down, Mouse. You want me to blow your mind with another orgasm.”
“I do not,” I lie.
As much as Mikhail infuriates me, he’s also the only man who’s ever made me come. Not only did he make me come, he made me come three times in less than twenty-four hours. I don’t want to be pathetic, but when a guy fucks like that, you don’t want to say no.
His hands move up the back of my leg to my ass, and before I know it, my jogging pants and panties are pulled down to my ankles, with me still over his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to make you come all over my tongue. You got any objections, Mouse? Or will you be a good girl and let Daddy taste his favorite dessert?”
The balcony door opens, and the fresh air hits me like a wave. “You can’t fuck inside like a normal person?”
“This isn’t for my pleasure, darling. It’s for yours.”
A vicious scream leaves my lips as my body is dangled off the balcony railing. I hang there with only my ankle held by Mikhail. He doesn’t say anything but moves his tongue on my pussy like an artist. I don’t know how the man knows how to eat pussy like this, but it’s something else. My entire body shakes with need and fear as I stare down at the people walking on the sidewalk beneath me. They look like insignificant ants.
Looking down seventy-two floors while dangling from the balcony of a Highrise in Millennium Park is traumatizing to an average person. But I’m not average. I’m screaming in ecstasy while the devil makes me come for the fourth time.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to experience an orgasm while you plummet to your death, Bree? Imagine the liberation.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
A long swipe of my pussy with his eager, talented tongue. “Am I, Bree? Do you think I’m the crazy one for doing what you want? You need the fear, Bree. You need the danger. That’s how I know no matter what you say about leaving me, you never will because I’m the only man who can give you what you want. Most men won’t do the things you need. They have morals or a sense of guilt. That’s what’s great about me, Bree. I don’t have either. All I have is a hedonistic desire to make you come until you can’t think straight.”
He lifts me and places me gently back on my feet. I face him, exposed from the waist down, my legs weak from the most mind-blowing sexual act of my life.
He shoves his finger into my pussy, pushing me to the glass sliding balcony door. “I’m gonna take you to bed and care for the wounds on your body. You’re going to be a good girl and get a good night's sleep, and the first thing I’m doing in the morning is fucking this pussy of mine until you learn to do as you’re told.”
Mikhail walks me to the bathroom and removes a towel from the rack. He spreads it on the counter before lifting and placing me on it. A drawer opens, and he takes out a jar like the one Noelle gave me at The Hunt Club. “Take off your hoodie.”