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)
“Imagine me trying to please you, too. Cup your breasts and pretend they’re being covered by my hands. My palms are rough, and they make your beautiful breasts even more sensitive. Imagine me pinching your nipples, making them harder than they already are...”
Velvet did everything he said and as she pinched her own nipples, imagining it was indeed her beautiful stranger tormenting her breasts, she couldn’t stop her body from arching off the bed, her lips parted in a silent moan as moisture pooled between her trembling legs.
“Do you want me to make you come now, Velvet?” he demanded unevenly.
She choked out, “Yes.”
The need in her voice made him shiver. It made him grip his cock hard and start stroking faster as he said in a guttural voice, “Then imagine me touching you.” Each word was accompanied with a quick hard stroke of his cock. “Touch yourself there, Velvet. Imagine it’s my finger lining your folds, becoming wet with your essence. Imagine my finger sliding inside your sweet little pussy and taking you...”
Velvet slowly touched herself, using one finger to draw a line against her folds, just like Mykolas commanded her. And as her entire body shook at the pleasure of it, she slid one finger inside her.
“Push it deep inside you. As deep as you can.”
And so she did, pushing her finger inside her as deep as she could, imagining all the while it was Mykolas finger-fucking her to a sweet oblivion that she had learned to crave because of him.
“Now start fucking yourself with your finger and never stop imagining it’s me doing it to you.”
She started moving her finger, in and out, imagining that it was Mykolas. It was all Mykolas. Her beautiful, mysterious Mykolas making her want him so even with just his dark voice and seductive words.
The little whimpers Velvet released heightened his pleasure, making Mykolas stroke his cock faster and harder. The pleasure inside him flared with every stroke, and as he reached his peak, he growled, “Come with me, Velvet. Now.”
Mindlessly obeying Mykolas’ command, Velvet used her other hand to stroke her clitoris even as she finger-fucked herself faster and harder. She came with a choked little cry, the pleasure so intensely beautiful she almost fainted at the strength of it. A second later, she heard him growling as he came. “Velvet!” The sound of her name on his lips had her gasping and causing aftershock tremors of pleasure to burst from her. She had come so much that even now she could feel herself dripping, her come running down her thighs.
Oh my fuck.
The thought had Velvet closing her eyes. Mykolas Sallis was officially a dangerous obsession. If he could make her come this hard even without showing himself, what chance did she have against him once they did meet?
The alarm clock went off.
Dammit!
Velvet fell off her bed in her haste to silence her alarm, but it was too late. Lying down in a tangle of covers on the floor, she waited with bated breath for Mykolas to crack a joke about catching her lying her ass off to him.
But he didn’t.
Oh...fuck.
And that was when she knew it was game over for both of them. Her secret was out, and someone had won the bet.
“Velvet?”
His serious unsmiling tone had her heart thundering. “Y-yes?”
“You weren’t really supposed to be up earlier at three, were you?”
“No.”
Triumph surged up inside him, but Mykolas did his best to keep his voice soft when he spoke, knowing that right now, Velvet needed to be treated with kid gloves. “You know what this means, don’t you, agape mou?” She was like a trapped little filly. She knew she had nowhere to go, but she still needed a gentle guiding hand so she wouldn’t bolt.
Velvet swallowed. “Yes.”
“We can dance the same dance again and again, but now we know where this is heading. There’s no point beating around the bush, is there?”
“N-no.”
In a voice that both wooed and commanded, Mykolas murmured, “Then say the words.”
Closing her eyes, Velvet whispered, “I want to see you, Mykolas Sallis.”
Chapter Four
Heads turned as Mykolas walked past them like a Greek god come to life. Taller than most men and with looks that could rival even the beauty of the many perfectly sculpted specimens gracing the museum, Mykolas also exuded the kind of power and authority that easily caused many of the people around him to drool in jaw-dropping awe.
Women of every age and walk of life fell over themselves in an attempt to catch his attention, but the Greek billionaire was not even aware they existed. He only had one goal in mind, and he was not in the mood to waste his time or effort for anything else.
His heartbeat made itself felt when Mykolas reached the third floor landing. He was, plain and simple, exhilarated. Today was the day he would finally meet his woman. After almost three months of unintended celibacy, he would finally have Velvet Lambert under him. If he had his way, he would have her in every position imaginable. But even then, he doubted his obsession with her would be so easily slaked.