Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
There was a rustle of covers and a wump, as if Avelina was lying in bed and had melodramatically flopped onto her back. “Fine. Tomorrow night, then. But...Gennadiy?”
“Yes?”
“Tell me what you’ll do to me.”
I could almost hear the smile spread across Gennadiy’s face. “That depends. Have you been a good girl, Avelina? Or a bad one?”
The faint creak of the bed as Avelina shifted her weight. “A very, very bad one,” she whispered.
“Then I’m going to have to bend you over your kitchen table again,” Gennadiy told her. “Pull your dress up over your hips. Rip away your panties.”
I felt my face heating. I should stop listening. Clearly, this wasn’t about work. But my hand wouldn’t move to the Disconnect button.
“Then I’ll push your legs wide apart.” Gennadiy’s Russian accent made each word a silvery weight that sank through my mind and plunged straight to my groin. “Shove my face between your thighs.”
I glared at the laptop. I hate him, I thought determinedly. I’m going to destroy the bastard.
But…
There was something different about the rage he sparked in me. I’m used to my anger, it’s a poisonous black ooze that wells up from deep inside me, filling me, crushing my lungs until I can’t breathe, squeezing my brain until I can’t think, until I have to find some way to release it. But with Gennadiy, it was like the dark liquid heated as the pressure built. The more I saw of him, the more I heard his accent, the hotter the anger got, boiling towards a flashpoint where it would just explode.
“I’ll pin you to the table,” said Gennadiy. “And press my tongue right up inside you. I’ll tongue-fuck you to the very edge. But I won’t let you come. Not until you’re a thrashing, moaning mess. Not until you beg me to let you.”
Avelina’s breathing had gone trembly. So had mine.
“And then I’ll push two fingers into you and feel you squeeze them as you come,” said Gennadiy.
I could see his thickly perfect, tattooed fingers in my mind. I shifted my ass on the seat. I was practically lying down, it was dark—well, darkish—and no one was around. One hand wandered down to my thigh. Then I snatched it back. No! Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
“What will you do then?” said Avelina, asking the question I couldn’t.
“Pick you up,” said Gennadiy. “Carry you through to the bedroom.”
I’d experienced his arms wrapped around me, the press of his pecs against my back. I could imagine exactly what it would feel like to be carried like that.
“I’ll throw you on the bed,” Gennadiy told us. “Pull your dress down and suck a breast into my mouth.”
My hand started to wander downwards again. Then a movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye. The drapes were open in one of the mansion’s upstairs windows, and a hulking, suited figure had walked into view, a phone pressed to his ear. I froze, staring. I could see his mouth move as his words filled my ear. “I’ll rake my teeth along your nipple, feeling it harden against my lips. And my hand will be on your throat, pinning you to the bed.” The figure turned, and my heart jumped into my throat. He was staring out at the street, staring at me!
“I’ll spread your legs wide,” said Gennadiy in that silvery Russian accent. “And let my cock just kiss the lips of your pussy. That way, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter as I lick your breasts. I’ll watch you grind your hips and arch your back. Trying to get me inside you. Needing me.”
I hated him. But waves of heat were rippling down my body, making me crush my thighs together. My nipples were achingly hard, and I could feel I was getting wet.
Gennadiy paused, still staring right into my eyes. He has no idea I’m listening. Right?
“Do you need me right now?” asked Gennadiy.
Silence.
“Answer me!” growled Gennadiy.
I felt my lips form yes. Then Avelina whispered it, and I jerked in shock: I’d almost forgotten she was there.
“And then I’ll bury my cock in you,” said Gennadiy in my ear. “Deep, deep in you.”
He’s speaking to her, I repeated again and again in my mind. He’s speaking to her.
“And I’ll fuck you. Hard. Fast. Feeling you flutter and slicken around me until you’re clawing at my back, until you’re grabbing my ass to pull me into you. And then I’ll ram myself into you to the root and kiss you while I shoot deep inside you. I will banish every man who’s ever fucked you. You. Will. Be. Mine.”
I lay there panting in the darkness, panties soaked. I detested this man. But apparently, my body hadn’t gotten the message.
He was speaking to her. Right?
Gennadiy ended the call and pulled the drapes closed. But it was a long time before I stopped staring up at the window.