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)
“I’ve never fucked a virgin before.”
“Err...oh?” His voice didn’t give anything away, and she couldn’t be sure if what he said was a good thing or not.
Mykolas closed his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin.”
“Yeah, well...” Her voice trailed off, her mind drawing a blank as to what she should say.
“Why are you still a virgin?”
She didn’t answer for a long while. But in the end, Velvet was too innately honest to lie, and so she said gruffly, “I’ve never met a man I wanted to have sex with.”
The words had him groaning and his cock hard and throbbing like it would die if it didn’t find its way to Velvet Lambert’s pussy soon.
Velvet’s eyes widened at the groan. That was definitely a sound of pleasure, and that meant he was...aroused.
Mykolas Sallis was aroused.
She had aroused Mykolas Sallis, and just like that, her breasts started feeling a little heavier, her nipples more sensitive, and her panties becoming slightly damp. She wetted her suddenly dry lips, the silence from the other end of the line torturing her, making her feel restless. “Mykolas?”
“You make me want to touch myself, Velvet.”
Velvet bit her lip hard.
“I haven’t touched myself – haven’t had a need to since I first fucked a girl at thirteen, but I have a feeling,” Mykolas confided tautly, “it’s going to be a daily habit until we meet.”
She asked unsteadily, “Does this mean I’ve won the bet?”
Doing his best to ignore his aching cock, he said flatly, “It means, my beautiful Velvet, when you lose the bet and find your way to my bed, you will have a lot of making up to do.”
Slowly, quietly, Velvet squeezed her legs together. She had never felt like this before, and she just didn’t know what to do.
“Are you alone right now?”
She almost didn’t want to answer the question. She wasn’t stupid. She knew where that question was leading.
“Answer me, Velvet.”
The commanding note in his voice should have made her bristle, but right now, all it did was make her squeeze her legs more closely together as she whispered shakily, “Yes.”
“Lock the door if you haven’t yet and make sure you’ve got your curtains drawn shut or the blinds down. I don’t want anyone seeing you while I make you come.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do what you say.”
“Yes,” he said thickly. “I’m crazy with desire for you, and so what you’ll do for me is make this ache inside my pants a little more bearable by doing what I say.” In a steely voice, he ordered, “Do it, Velvet. Do it before I decide not to play our little game and just storm into your place and take you and to hell with what everyone says."
She wanted to put the phone down. She wanted to hiss at him that she was not his to be ordered about. She wanted to end this, once and for all, before she did the worst thing possible. But what she wanted was different from what she needed.
And right now, what she needed...
Oh God, what she needed was to follow him.
Velvet locked the door. Drew the curtains shut.
And when she was back on her seat, she snapped, “It’s done.”
Mykolas let Velvet’s bitchy tone pass. Both of them knew it was just her way of hiding the desire burning inside her. “Do you have a mirror in your room?”
“Yes.”
“Can you see it from where you’re sitting?”
Velvet’s eyes widened. “No way.”
“I want you to see how I can make you come, Velvet.”
She shook her head. “This has gone too far. I’ve never even...”
“Touched yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Then it only means we should start now. When I fuck you for the first time, it will be too painful if we don’t make your pussy a little less...tight.”
“Stop assuming we’re going to fuck.”
“Stop pretending we aren’t. Now, be a good girl and face the mirror as you undress yourself.”
Velvet strove to resist the command in Mykolas’ voice.
“Now.”
Her eyes squeezed shut in utter mortification at the way her body literally swayed as if wanting to be closer to the voice. Slowly, she felt her fingers moving, undoing buttons. Her clothes fell to the floor.
“Everything, Velvet.”
Gulping, she unclipped her bra and pulled her panties off. She turned pink all over when she saw her naked reflection on the mirror. The image she created was so blatantly carnal it should fill her with shame. But now, all her inhibitions had left her. Now, all she could feel was a yearning to feel more...by doing what Mykolas Sallis wanted.
“Cup your breasts, but don’t touch your nipples.”
Slowly, she did as commanded.
“Describe how your breasts look. Do they fill your hands?”
Velvet whispered, “Yes.”
Slowly, Mykolas closed his eyes. Lust took over his consciousness, and his voice was thick with need as he spoke. “Let your hands run over your waist...your hips...tell me what your body looks like. What it feels like...”