The Russian Billionaire’s Accidentally Pregnant Bride Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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Did I?

Yes. No. I just didn’t know what to think anymore, and the way he was staring at me with such hunger wasn’t helping. I knew I should look away, knew I should tell him this conversation was over and that he had to leave now.

But I couldn’t.

All I could do was stare back at him and feel my heart shudder against my chest—-

Be still, shit, be still, be still!

Sergei slid to his feet.

My heart went wild.

Shiiiiiiit——

Sergei came towards me, and my heart smashed against my chest. Once. Twice. Thrice. Over and over, harder and harder, and oh, as he took a step towards me, the sound became louder and louder—-

The billionaire took my hand, and I let him pull me up, even knowing that I should have resisted. I should have. I knew that. But I couldn’t.

His lips curved in a beautiful smile, and my toes curled hard at the sight of it...until his head started to lower.

I stiffened.

“Sergei—-” I found myself slowly leaning back, but still his head came closer, forcing me to move back until I hit the edge of the table and found myself trapped.

One strong arm went around my waist, curling around, and then the next second, he had hauled me to him in one swift move, and I gasped as every inch of our bodies came into contact.

“No!” But even as I tried shoving him away, I knew I wasn’t struggling as hard as I should. How could I when a part of me – a large part of me – wanted what he wanted, too?

He wanted to fuck me.

And oh God, even if it made me seem so easy, I wanted it, too.

I wanted him to fuck me.

“Just let it happen,” the billionaire murmured in a hoarse voice made thicker with need. “We both want this, and there’s no harm in enjoying ourselves.” As he spoke, his arm around my waist moved down, and in a blink of an eye I found myself swept up in his arms.

It took me a second to recover from the shock, but by the time I cried out, “Let me down,” it was too late. He had already walked past my living room and opened the door to my bedroom.

Another moment, and he was laying me down on the bed, not even bothering to flick the lights open.

“No!” But God, my protest sounded so damn weak, and so were my struggles as I tried to push him away so I could get him up.

“You want this, pchelka.” He pushed me back down gently but firmly, and God, God, God, my body actually trembled harder in excitement at the way he was dominating me.

“Let me make love to you and show you how good I can make you feel.” As he spoke, his hand swept down the side of my body in an agonizingly slow caress.

His fingers brushed against the side of my breast, and I moaned. “No.” But God, oh God, my moan sounded more like it came from desire than fear.

His fingers moved further down, caressing my waist before pausing on my hips.

“You’re so damn sexy, Fredericka.”

I whimpered.

His fingers moved across my hip then trailed up with the same painstaking slowness.

I jerked, unable to handle the amount of sensations rampaging through me at his touch.

His fingers paused at the waistband of my pants.

My eyes flew to him in shock. No, he couldn’t possibly be thinking—-

And then I felt it.

I half-gasped, half-cried out, “No, please—-” I moved quickly, hoping to stop him, but he was even faster, and in an instant he had my arms trapped over my head, my wrists secured by his large hand.

Our eyes met.

His fingers slid inside my pants.

I moaned.

No. This couldn’t be happening. We had just met.

His fingers moved lower—-

And my head spun.

My pulse jumped.

My heart raced.

He started to stroke my flesh over the lace of my panties, and my lips parted in silent dismay when I felt myself starting to get wet.

“Nooooo.” This wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be possible. We hadn’t even kissed or held hands. We didn’t even know each other for a day. And yet—-

My body was responding to his touch like it yearned to be under his command.

Staring up at him in a sensual daze, I whispered, “This doesn’t make sense.”

“You want me, and I want you.” His own voice was raspy with need now, his breathing harsh. “That’s all there is to it.”

Aaah.

The sound of his voice, combined with the tantalizing movements of his fingers, had me biting my lip hard. Even with most of the room eclipsed in his darkness, I could sense his gaze glittering down on me, could imagine it burning with desire, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

His fingers started to move just a bit faster, and my breath started to catch as I could feel myself swelling and heating up under his touch.


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