Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I don’t stop, though. I do it over and over again, offering her the punishment she nearly begged for last night.
Unlike what she probably expected, I don’t come fast. I hold it in, fucking her mouth as thoroughly as possible so when she gets on her knees again, she’ll only think of this moment where she’s staring up at me as if I’m holding her life between my two hands.
Which might as well be the case.
I keep her in place as my release hits me, tightening my balls and back muscles. I spill all over her tongue and lips.
“Swallow.” I pull my dick away and grip her chin with my index finger, then close her mouth. “Don’t waste a drop.”
She does, gulping, but her eyes never leave mine. The fucking stubbornness this woman holds knows no limit. She’s still on her knees in front of me, hair in disarray, tears, drool, and a streak of cum staining her face, but she looks at me as if she’s the one who brought me to my knees.
Which might as well be the case.
She might have won this battle, but she’ll never win the war.
One of the Italians addresses me again. I release her hair and unmute the microphone on my computer as I tuck myself in.
Rai rises to her feet and juts her chin in my direction before she heads to the bathroom.
I keep watching her retreating back and how the nightgown molds to her arse, revealing the line of her black panties with every gentle sway of her hips.
My dick rises back to life, turning semi-hard against the confines of my boxers. Fuck. It’s become pussy-whipped in no bloody time.
I continue my conference call, faintly noticing that Rai heads straight to bed after she cleans up in the bathroom. She doesn’t look in my direction or attempt to say anything.
By the time I’m finished, the only thought that’s lodged in my mind is to join her.
I remove my trousers and shirt, remaining in my boxer briefs, and slip in behind her.
Her breaths are even, eyes closed.
Why did she fall asleep so fast? She didn’t even ask about removing the toy.
Throwing the covers away, I reach between us and lift her nightgown to her waist then pull down her knickers.
I’m momentarily distracted by the gorgeous globes of her backside and grab one cheek in my hand. She moans, burying her head in the pillow.
“This arse will be mine,” I murmur to her sleeping form. “Soon.”
Getting to the task, I slowly part her legs and pull out the toy. While I love having a hold on her, it’s not hygienic to keep it in all day and all night long.
She moans again, this time her finger teasing her nipple over the see-through fabric in a gentle rhythm. And now I’m hard.
Fuck.
Not that I can do anything about it with her fast asleep like this. I throw the toy on the carpet and attempt to wrap my arms around her. It would make my dick’s situation worse, not better, but that’s a detail I can live with.
Rai rolls around so her head is lying on my bicep and her hand rests on my arm. I take a moment to study her peaceful features. Her hair falls on my skin and her lips part the slightest bit. She looks so different when she’s asleep—angelic, even.
If only she were as compliant when she’s awake. But who am I kidding? This is the version of her that always grabbed me by the gut. There’s nothing I would change about her personality—even if she can be infuriating.
I pull her into me so our heads are lying across from each other.
Leaving this woman behind will probably be the hardest part of my mission once I’m done.
20
Rai
I put on my pearl earring and tilt my head so I can hold my phone over my shoulder.
Ruslan is briefing me about the security measures we spent two weeks putting in place for today’s brunch. I made the calls and had Lazlo’s wife, sister, and a few other Italian mafia leaders’ women join in.
Even Sergei and Igor said it was a good plan. Kyle didn’t mention that he plotted it and let me take all the credit—not that I needed him to. Still, as someone whose ideas are always credited to others—intentionally or unintentionally—it felt nice that he left the ball in my court this time.
Katia even said maybe he did it on purpose.
Who knows? All I’m sure about is that nothing will screw up this day.
“Get the car ready,” I say after Ruslan finishes. “Anastasia and I will come down in a few.”
My muscles are straining despite the long run I went on with Ruslan and Katia this morning. We often train together to keep in shape, but lately, even physical workouts aren’t cutting it.