Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
His knowing fingers promised me pleasure so intense it almost had me sobbing—-
But I still tried to resist.
I had to...didn’t I?
“Please...please stop.” That I was begging confused, shamed, and excited me. It was just so hard to keep my mind straight with his fingers stimulating flesh so expertly. I hadn’t even known my pussy could get this wet and swollen, hadn’t ever imagined that rapture could be such an earthy feeling, a sensation where the lines of pain and pleasure blurred all because of a man’s stroking fingers.
“Why should I stop, pchelka?” Low, velvety, and seductive, his tone made my toes curl so hard as I found myself imagining how it would sound to have him groaning my name while making love.
“You want this. We both want this.” And as if to prove his point, he moved his fingers up—-
My eyes flew open as I realized what he was about to do, and how there would be no turning back after it. “Sergei, no——”
But it was too late.
His fingers slid inside my panties.
The smooth pads of his fingers came into contact with my sensitive skin.
A hopeless cry escaped me.
It was now flesh against flesh, his fingers grazing my tender, wet, and swollen pussy—-
“You’re so damn wet, pchelka.”
My body arched off the bed at his words. “Noooooooo——” But even with his fingers barely moving over the inner slit of my pussy, there was no escaping the excruciating beauty of his touch, and I could only shake my head, helpless in my horror and desire. I was terrified and appalled, my mind unable to comprehend how painfully easy it was for my body to surrender to his command.
This was wrong.
And this had to stop.
I looked up at him, no longer caring if I sounded like I was pleading him for my life. “Please.” And this time, I really did try to get away from him. “This isn’t right.” With my arms still trapped over my head, I could only try swinging my body away, thrashing my legs in hopes of dislodging his hand.
But none of it worked, and his fingers had started to move.
“Let me go,” I begged him. “Please.”
Down, down, down his fingers went, and my head spun faster with every movement.
“Just enjoy it.” His fingers slowly traced the slick, trembling lines of my folds, drawing out a long, helpless moan from my throat.
Oh God.
“Please.” I fought to keep my head over the haze of lust that was threatening to drown me. “This isn’t right, w-we barely know each other for God’s sake—-”
A dark chuckle, and his fingers stilled.
“Are you telling me you didn’t Google me in the car?”
Oh!
“I d-did.” My tone was a mixture of defensive and ashamed. “But it’s not the same—-”
“There’s no difference between me telling you what you can read on my Wikipedia page.” His fingers stroked up and down once, as if taunting me with the truth of his words, and as my body once again shuddered at his touch, it was hard to remember that he was wrong, and I was right.
When I managed to catch my breath, I stammered, “We’re not even d-dating and—-” Heat blossomed in my cheeks. “We’re doing this!” The embarrassingly wanton reality of my situation struck me hard, and this time I didn’t even think.
I used all my strength to pull away from him, and taking him by surprise, I managed to free my arms from his hold. I backed away immediately to the other end of my bed, stopping only when my back hit the wall.
When he started to reach for me, I shook head vehemently. “No!” My tone was nervous but sharp. I needed a lot of space between us for my mind to start working again.
The billionaire moved back, standing up to his full height. “If you’re waiting for an apology, you’re not going to get it.” Before I could answer, he continued grimly, “I’m not the kind of man to waste time playing around. If I want something, I do everything to possess it.”
“I’m not a possession.” Even knowing it was such a clichéd response, I still couldn’t help pointing it out.
“But I will own you.”
That he could want me so much bemused me, but at the same time his unabashed need had my too-responsive body stirring—-
When I felt my breasts begin to swell at his blatantly possessive stare, I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.
“I want you, and I mean to have you, pchelka.”
“You can have any other woman, and we both know that. So why me?”
“Because you’re you, and I believe you won’t ever bore me.”
I blinked, wondering if I should feel flattered or insulted. Wasn’t he supposed to say he found me irresistible because I was beautiful and sexy?
“May I fuck you now?”
A helpless laugh escaped me, and for some strange reason, the tension in the room actually lessened just a bit at his too-blunt words.