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)
Gennadiy rose to his feet, but before he was fully standing, he scooped my ass into his hands and lifted me with him, pulling my legs around his waist again and pressing me back against the wall. “I want to hear you say it,” he said, his Russian accent making each word a little kiss of ice that melted against my skin. He pressed the tip of his middle finger between my pussy lips and then pushed it up into me in one long, silken thrust. I moaned, watching the darkly-tattooed finger disappear into me, right up to his palm, just as he’d promised in the phone call all those months ago. My legs, wrapped around his waist, jerked in shock and then relaxed, my knees dropping either side of him and my ankles tugging at his ass. His finger was knobby and thick, and God I was so wet. As he hooked his finger just a little, my mouth opened into an ‘O’ of pleasure. I grabbed his hair, knitting my fingers through his wet locks, and turned his head so I could mutter in his ear. “I need you to fuck me,” I said desperately.
His whole body tensed with the excitement of hearing me say it. But then I felt him steel himself. “More,” he demanded.
Our rivalry was still there, I realized. And he had to win, even at sex. But I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. Blood rushing in my ears, I whispered, “I need you to fuck me, you Russian bastard.”
He gave a growl of lust and pulled his finger from me. He grabbed at his belt. shoving the leather viciously through the buckle and then ramming his pants down his thighs. His cock sprang up, the tan shaft a shade darker than his skin, the plum-sized head smooth and purple-pink. I had a brief second to stare at it, insides fluttering at the size of him, and then there was the rubbery sound of a condom going on, and the head of his cock was parting my sticky lips.
He looked deep into my eyes, wanting to see my reaction...and then he pushed up into me. I sucked in my breath at the silken stretch of him, at the wavefront of tight pleasure that moved with him as he filled me. Our eyes were locked, our breathing in time. He pulled his hips back a little, then pushed forward again, going deeper, and I groaned and bit my lip. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks, lifting me a little more, and he thrust again, and then his groin kissed up against mine, and he was in me to the root. He stared down at me, his expression victorious. He’d conquered me, like some warlord who finally beds a rival country’s queen. I won.
I tightened around him and then, for good measure, squeezed with my thighs. I was the queen who seduced the warlord, leaving him powerless. I stared up at Gennadiy. Are you sure?
He looked down at where we joined, comically shocked. Then he looked into my eyes, his mouth open in awed lust. His eyes narrowed. I’m keeping you.
And then he started to fuck me. Slow, buttery-smooth strokes that made me moan, then tremble, then arch my back and thrust my hips forward to take even more of him. He moved faster, panting in my ear, ramming me against the wall but using his hands to shield my ass from its scratchy surface. The rain sluiced down our bodies, deliciously cool as our bodies lit up with savage, sexual need.
My hands roamed over his shoulders and back, glorying in the wide, hard bulk of him. I’m small, but I’d never felt small with men. The knowledge that I can usually kick the man’s ass changes everything. Hanging there, though, sandwiched between Gennadiy and the wall, my legs open and up around his waist and his wet, rock-hard body slamming against me, I finally knew what it was like to feel small and fragile...and it was amazing.
His thrusts sped up again, his hips hammering between my thighs, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. Each quick out-stroke drew more fluttery, silvery pleasure to my core. Each hard thrust compressed it, making the ball of heat inside me glow hotter and brighter. I let out a low groan: my orgasm had just appeared on the horizon, and we were riding a wave, thundering towards it…
My eyes had fluttered closed. I opened them and saw him scowling down at me, each slam of his hips shaking raindrops loose from his hair. He was scowling, determined…
Determined in a very particular way.
My eyes widened as he drove into me again. He wants to—
His pubis rocked against my clit, and my thoughts blew away like paper in a hurricane. It took me a moment to focus and think clearly again. He wants me to come first. He was still trying to win. He had his rival spread and vulnerable, pinned up against a wall, and now he was going to make her lose control before he did. He wanted to claim me, own me. And with that gorgeous, imperious face glaring down at me and those pale gray eyes melting me, demanding submission, the idea wasn’t exactly unappealing. The tattooed demons on his chest glistened and flexed as his muscles moved, almost as if they were alive, and with that much angry, evil maleness pressed between my thighs, I did feel like some innocent, virgin queen being taken by a conquering warlord. All I had to do was give myself up to it.