Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“Let me hear you beg.”
She made a sound of pure frustration. He was going to make her say it. Make her bare her soul for him.
“Please, Hunter.” His name tasted like surrender on her tongue. “Please. I’m begging you. Touch me, taste me, take me. I don’t care how. Just make me yours.”
Victory flashed in his eyes for a split second before his control shattered completely.
His mouth crashed over hers, not gentle but not cruel. He kissed her like he was claiming territory, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. His hands slid up her calves with devastating slowness, spreading her legs wide.
“Moya Lisichka.” The Russian endearment rumbled against her skin. “My little fox. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about breaking my own promises to touch you?”
She couldn’t answer. Could barely breathe. His hands had trailed up her thighs, thumbs tracing patterns that made her shake. He pushed the blankets away, revealing every inch of her.
His fingers traced higher, and she shivered. He pressed her knees into her chest, putting her most secret places on full display. “Look how you glisten, ready for me alone.” He bent down, and dragged his tongue through her folds. “Untouched.”
She gasped when he grazed her clit.
“I’m going to fuck your tight pink hole so hard you’ll feel me inside of you for days.” He pressed a finger inside of her, purposely reaching as deep as he could. “You’ll be exhausted when I’m finished. If you sleep, I’ll fuck you while you dream. And when you dream, you’ll feel me inside of you. That’s how deep it will be, Lisichka. I’ll always be in you.”
Her breath jutted out as he pressed a finger to her ass.
“Every inch of you will know the feel of my cock.” He pressed his fingers deep inside of her and held. Her moans pitched when he teased a sensitive spot. “Three times as deep as I am now.”
“Hunter…” He was edging her closer to that pivotal place, but dragging it out. Teasing her. “Please.”
A low rumbling chuckle escaped his throat. “Greedy little thief. You already stole from us today.”
Her attention snapped to his face. “No, I didn’t.”
“You did. When you were in the bath, touching yourself, you stole an orgasm. No more, Lisichka. Your pleasure is ours to give. You come see me or Stone or Ash when you need attention. Understand?”
“Are you saying I’m not allowed to touch myself?”
He twisted his fingers, reaching places inside of her she could never manage on her own. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” His other hand pressed flat on her lower stomach, applying enough pressure to heighten the sensation of his exploring fingers. “Besides, your little climax was nothing compared to what I can give you.”
Her breath hitched as he demonstrated, pumping hard and fast, hitting nerves she never reached before. “Wait, wait, wait!” She gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure, but she was powerless to stop it.
He took ownership of her body. Drove her to heights she could never manage on her own, places other men had never cared to journey. She was merely a passenger, a victim of sin and service, an instrument he played like a master, and as she reached one explosive finish after the other, crying out profanities that slurred into incoherent prayers, he got her to sing.
The aftershocks rippled through her like endless electric zaps. Every nerve was so alive and firing, the simplest caress made her twitch and gasp.
“Very good,” he praised, trailing the tips of his fingers over her wet thighs.
She was drenched flesh and sobbing pleasure, mindlessly malleable.
“The way you looked at me in the library…” He kissed the words into her flesh like brands. “So trusting. So curious. I wanted to bend you over that chair and show you exactly how those Russian words should sound when you scream them.”
A whimper escaped as his hands tightened on her thighs, holding her steady as he worked his mouth higher.
“But this is better.” His teeth found the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gasped. “Now, you’re mine by choice. Every time I make you come apart, you’ll know you asked for it. Begged for it.”
He pressed her thighs wide and looked up at her, the raw hunger in his eyes enough to steal her breath. “No place to run now, little fox.”
“I’m through running,” she whispered and his control evaporated.
He surged forward, taking her with his mouth. Tongue probing as his lips closed around her sensitized clit. She screamed when the pleasure was too much to control, but he didn’t back off. He drank her in, growling and gripping her with bruising force as he demanded another and then another from her.
She lay in a panting puddle of lust, as every nerve ending sizzled with a steady pulse, so rapid her body became a live wire and he became its master. Capturing her mouth in a kiss that tasted like possession and promises, he whispered Russian secrets against her flesh. His hands were everywhere at once, learning the body he’d studied through cameras, claiming what she’d freely given.