Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“It depends,” he murmured, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Will you be using it now?”
“Of course. This is one of my risk gifts, after all.” Since they had gotten back together, she and Mykolas had taken turns giving each other gifts that showed how much risk they were willing to take to prove their love.
He raised a brow. “And you’re taking the risk of...?”
God, she loved it when he raised his brow like that at her. It was so sexy, the way he could make the look so powerfully commanding. It was as if he knew he only had to raise an eyebrow and she’d take off her clothes and beg him to make love to her.
“Velvet?”
Oh, damn. She had zoned out on him. Seeing where he was looking, she said, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m taking the risk of making an ass of myself with this.” And not waiting for him to speak, she shrugged out of her robe, letting it fall slowly down her shoulders, her arms, and legs to reveal the costume she had underneath.
Mykolas’ jaw dropped.
And then in the next moment, he seemed to recover and moved about the room with incredible speed, drawing the curtains of the balcony shut and triple-locking the door.
Velvet burst into laughter. “Are you crazy? No one’s going to spy on us here.”
“You can’t be too careful. Your body is mine, my love, and having anyone see you wearing something like that is not the kind of risk I fancy taking.”
She ran a hand seductively down her curves. “You like it?”
The costume was that of a belly dancer, with a low cut bikini top and a matching barely there skirt that would likely fly up if she wriggled her butt the tiniest bit. Both were made of gold silk, and bejeweled cords dangled from both her top and skirt.
He said thickly, “Damn right I like it.”
The way he looked at her made Velvet swallow, and she hurried to where her iPhone was on standby, already connected to the speakers. She pressed play and a Shakira song filled the room as she started to dance. She was a really bad dancer, but she genuinely did her best to emulate Shakira with her movements as she whirled and twirled herself around the dance pole she had installed in their bedroom.
When she saw Mykolas’ lips twitch as she almost lost her footing with the last pose she struck around the pole, Velvet scowled. And then an idea hit her and she turned her back to him. When she was facing him again, her breasts were completely bare.
The smile was immediately wiped off and an enthralled expression had replaced it on his face.
Mykolas did his best to control himself as he stared, mesmerized, at the way Velvet’s breasts jiggled so beautifully with every movement she made. His fingers curled into fists to prevent himself from reaching out to her, but when in her next twirl she had also dispensed with her bikini skirt and was now completely naked, his control broke.
“Mykolas,” she shrieked in surprise and laughter when he whirled her around in his arms. She wasn’t able to say anything more, his mouth hungrily closing over hers. His hands rushed all over her naked body, and then he was turning her around again. She sighed and stretched as he ran kisses down her back, and she gulped when she felt him shaping her buttocks then slowly parting them wide open.
“Umm...Mykolas?” He had never touched her there before.
He whispered to her ear,” Scared?”
“Absolutely.”
Laughing, he took pity on her and released her buttocks. “Perhaps after you’ve given birth.” For a moment, a tender smile curved on his lips as he wrapped an arm around her from behind and rested his hand on her womb. “Thank you for giving me this, my love.”
She leaned back against him. “L...Love you.” It was getting easier and easier to say the words.
He bit her ear. “Love you, too, but now, I want you to say the other words.”
Other words? Frowning, she asked, “Let’s fuck?”
“Gladly.” And then he was taking off his clothes, and making her grip the pole tightly, he nudged her legs apart and made her bend forward before slowly and steadily pushing his cock inside her. She was already wet, and the fact that she always was for him warmed Mykolas to the core.
Idly, he caressed her breast with one hand and played with her clit using the other while he continued to torture her with slow and steady strokes, knowing it was going to drive her insane.
“Mykolas,” Velvet choked out.
He made his thrusts even slower.
Velvet gritted her teeth. “Stop torturing me, dammit.”
“But what do you want?”
She glared at him even as she gasped, “Harder—-” And she screamed as he started thrusting hard into her, enough to have her breasts slam against the pole again and again with every hard and heavy thrust. Her heart thrummed with every shove of Mykolas’ cock, and she couldn’t help but moan when he started pinching her nipple while setting the pace of his thrusts.