Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Sal: Where are you?
Me: Tomorrow. Fuck off until then.
I stow my phone then walk back into the living room.
The light’s out, and Olivia isn’t on the couch anymore.
The air shifts, and before I can move, a knife is at my throat.
“Got you, asshole!” She presses the blade against me, the edge drawing blood.
With a quick and easy movement, I shove her arm away and grab her wrist, squeezing until she drops the bread knife.
She yelps when I scoop her into my arms. “Let me go!”
I laugh and carry her to the bedroom. “I knew you’d go for the knife, princess, but you’re being foolish.”
“Foolish?” she bellows.
“Your foot.”
She keeps trying to smack me as I sit her on the bed. Then I grab her foot and inspect the bandage. It’s still clean.
“Do something like that again, and I’ll have to punish you.” I grip her ankles and spread her legs as I look up at her.
Her breath hitches. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me.” I slide my palms up her calves. “I’ll make you hurt in ways that’ll have you questioning your sanity.” The same way I’m questioning mine right now. “And, princess?”
“What?” Her voice is a scratchy whisper as I slide my hands to her thighs.
“Next time you have your knife to a man’s throat, don’t hesitate.”
10
OLIVIA
My heart thumps so loudly I wonder if he can hear it. His rough hand caresses my thigh. The small nick I left on his neck isn’t bothering him in the least. I’m already questioning my sanity.
I hesitated.
Why didn’t I drive it home? Instead, I was enjoying the thrill of having snuck up on him. I wanted his reaction. I shouldn’t want anything from him except to die. That had been at my fingertips, and I let it slip through.
Or had it?
He seemed to know what I was going to do. I never know what he’s going to do. At every turn, he surprises me. I might have never had a chance and he is toying with me. Is that what this is?
I stare into Sergei’s dark eyes. They aren’t cold anymore. He’s daring me to do something else so he can punish me. His fingers slip higher up my leg. I bite the inside of my cheek. This man has me feeling things that I shouldn’t toward him.
With Sergei between my thighs on his knees in front of me, the shirt he gave me bunches up, almost revealing my panties. I fight the desire to let my thighs part more. Yeah, I’ve already gone insane. His touch is too sweet. It’s not him. It can’t be.
“You want to spank me, Sergei?” His touch wouldn't be so sweet then. He strokes my inner thigh, his hand moving higher with each second.
“If that’s what it takes to keep you in line.”
“In line,” I growl. My fingers dig into the comforter so I don’t try to smack him. There’s no use; he’ll just catch it.
“You might enjoy it though.” I think he might be right. Unless I want to lie to myself. “But if you’re good—” His fingers finally reach the edge of my panties. Finally? The hell. “I might give you a treat.”
“A treat?” I roll my eyes, but I won’t back down. He’s waiting for me to smack his hand away. For me to make my next move, but I don’t. If he wants to toy with me, I can do it right back. I may not know what I’m doing, but I’ve never shied away from a challenge.
His fingers skim along the side of my panties, teasing me. So easily he could pull them aside and I’d be bared to him. My clit starts to throb at the thought. I will myself to stop it, but like my tears, there is no controlling it.
“You don’t want a treat?” His finger drifts away from the side of my panties. I shove down the disappointment. It’s ridiculous that it’s there to begin with. He’s a Taletti, I remind myself silently over and over again, hoping that will do something to soothe the ache between my thighs.
“I’m not a dog.”
“You certainly aren't, princess.”
“You think that—” My breath hitches when his fingers trail down the center of my panties across my clit. I barely manage to keep my hips from rising up, knowing he would probably take great pleasure in seeing how much my body wants him.
“Is that how I get you to stop speaking?” I grip the comforter tighter. My voice remains caught in my throat. “Your daddy kept you a virgin, but has a man ever touched you here?”
My father hasn’t kept me a virgin. Who he is, however, does keep males at bay. Most of the men that I come into contact with will barely make eye contact with me in fear of what would happen to them if my father got the wrong idea. I don’t want that type of man anyway.