Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He doesn’t move his hand. He isn’t stroking himself. He’s only holding it, forcing the fabric of his underwear tighter around his thick shaft, and I’m dying. I’m absolutely dying.
The man’s huge.
My gaze lingers on his thick thighs. I look at his flat, rippling stomach, and my mouth is hanging open by the time I stare at his lips.
This can’t be happening. But I take another step closer anyway.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, whispering and sinful. “Now I want you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me no one more time. And when you say it, what I really want you to mean is make me come. Do you understand? Say that word. Tell me no.”
The choice is mine. I can stop this if I want. Back away, refuse to speak, tell him off, throw a canvas, do basically anything other than what he’s asking.
But my heart’s racing so hard my head feels dizzy and I’ve never been this turned on before in my life.
All he wants is one simple word.
What a mistake. What a terrible, incredible mistake.
“Valentin,” I say, running my tongue down my front teeth. “No.”
Chapter 5
Karine
He comes for me then.
I don’t try to back away as he hammers into me, grabbing me with rough ferocity. I gasp in shock as he tears my robe open, ripping the fabric. His mouth buries onto my shoulder, biting down gently before kissing hard to my right nipple. He licks it and sucks, his tongue rolling around my hard bud, and I moan loudly as my fingers roll through his thick hair. His other hand grabs my ass, forcing my hips against his, and when he’s done devouring my breast, he pulls back to look at me.
“Say it again,” he commands.
“No,” I moan. “Please, no.”
He crushes my mouth with his.
Oh my god.
I’m swept into him. His tongue, his lips, everything about him. His taste floods me, hammers me, nails me to the floor, takes me and makes me all his. That no, that denial, it drives him crazy with animal lust, and I’m panting into his kiss like I’m losing my mind.
And I am, I’m losing my mind, I have to be, this isn’t how I normally act.
Any other time, if some strange man appeared in the doorway and took off his clothes, I wouldn’t play along with his strange little game.
I wouldn’t kiss him.
I wouldn’t want him.
But with Valentin, it’s like this is natural. The man is built for sex and pleasure, and I can’t help myself.
He takes me, and I give myself to him willingly.
His tongue is cotton candy and his lips are like velvet, and I grind myself tighter into him as his grip on me tightens.
One hand fists my hair, grabbing on hard.
“Try to deny me,” he growls as he kisses my neck and tears the robe off the rest of the way. I’m completely naked for him now, exposed and vulnerable. His to have.
“No, Valentin,” I groan as one of his big hands slips between my legs. He roughly wrenches them open. “Please, no.” I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t ask him to leave me alone. I stick with the rules, because I really want him to keep going.
“That’s right,” he says as he bites my nipples and teases my pussy. My brain goes haywire as pleasure and pain signals collide. “When I came into this room and saw you there, saw your beautiful body and your incredible mouth, I knew I had to have you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first time you appeared in my house. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”
His big fingers slide into my pussy and I moan. I lean forward and bite his chest, digging my teeth in. He only grunts in reply and fucks me with his fingers deeper, pulling my hair back. I suck in a shocked breath as he kisses my neck and turns me, pulling me against him.
His thick cock presses against my ass. His hand reaches around my hips and slides up and down my soaking wet slit, teasing my clit and driving into my pussy, as his other arm pins me against his chest and his hand comes up to cover my mouth.
“Don’t be too loud, you filthy fucking girl. Do you want someone to hear?”
I moan and whimper into his palm. Pleasure assaults me as he takes me like that.
“You’re mine now, Karine,” he whispers in my ear. Sinful and dark. An evil man. A bad man.
I want to be his.
“All of you is mine,” he purrs before dragging me down to the floor.
I try to struggle. Mostly because I like the way he pins me and doesn’t let me move. He roughly opens my legs and buries my pussy with his mouth. I gasp, back arching, and he teases one breast with a hand as the other drives fingers inside. He’s rough but he knows exactly what he’s doing, every movement designed to elicit maximum pleasure, and I don’t know how much more I can take.