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)
“Are you going to be a good girl now, Agent Brooks?” he asked me.
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed.
He slid out from underneath me. I heard the whisper of cotton as he pulled off his boxers and then the sound of a condom being rolled on. Then he was in me from behind, driving up into me and finding me wetter than I’d ever been. We both groaned together as he filled me, stretched me. His hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me back onto him and I inhaled as I took him to the root.
He began to thrust, just gently rocking at first, and I bit my lip at the sensation of his heat and size, so deep inside me. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and realized there was a mirror on the wall. I drew in my breath as I saw the woman on her knees, her wrists bound to the bedpost, and the hulking, tattooed gangster fucking her.
His hands slid forward along my body and squeezed my breasts, then stroked down my sides and grabbed my ass. He held me firmly in place and started to really fuck me, long hard thrusts that shook my whole body. Every slam of his cock into me released a new wave of pleasure, filling me up until I was moaning, gasping, pushing my hips back to meet him. An orgasm was racing towards me, unstoppable.
I looked at the mirror again, barely recognizing myself: eyes half-closed in pleasure, mouth open and panting. Behind me, Gennadiy was putting his entire body into each thrust: first his broad shoulders pulled back, biceps bulging as he drew me back onto him. Then there was a rippling of his abs as his core delivered the power. His hips lunged forward as he rammed into me and then that hard ass dimpled as he went hilt-deep in me. I could have watched him forever.
His thrusts got faster and the pleasure started to run away with me, an out-of-control cascade. I could feel strands of hair sticking to my sweat-damp forehead and my moans were filling the room. The blood was rushing in my ears, the orgasm close, and I could hear his breathing tightening: he was close, too.
He pounded me even harder, his hands sliding down into the creases of my hips...and then my eyes snapped wide as his fingertip circled my throbbing clit. “Come for me, Alison,” he growled.
And I did, helpless in the face of that order in that accent. The climax shook me with wave after wave of pleasure and as I fluttered and clamped around him, I felt him push deep and explode deep inside me. We rode it together, our bodies pressed tight, until we both finally slumped, panting and sated. He untied the rope from my wrists and I looked at the faint pink marks in wonder. I’d learned something new about myself.
Gennadiy pulled me into his arms and we lay on our sides with my head against his chest. As our bodies cooled, it should have gotten cold but he stroked his hands up and down my back, all the way from shoulders to thighs, and I felt blissfully warm. It was only when I tried to shift position that I felt how firmly he was holding me. Gentle, but firm.
I tilted my head back so I could look up at him. He was gazing down at me, his gray eyes serious. “I hope you don’t have plans,” he told me.
“For this morning?”
“For the entire rest of your life.” If it was possible, his grip got even firmer. “I didn’t think I needed anyone. I didn’t want to need anyone. But you...you are what I’ve been missing all along.”
I gulped, my heart soaring into the stratosphere. And that’s when I remembered that there was something he’d said that I hadn’t, yet. “I—” I hesitated. I hadn’t realized what a big step it was for me. How I could only say it now, when all those defenses I’d built up in the foster system had finally come down. “I love you too,” I whispered.
He kissed me, slow and sweet. And we were still kissing when someone banged on the bedroom door. “What is it?” called Gennadiy.
“We need you downstairs,” called Radimir from the hallway. “It’s bad.”
57
ALISON
We dressed, and I walked downstairs hand-in-hand with Gennadiy on legs that were still a little shaky. Outside, the sky was concrete-gray, and a heavy rain was hissing down.
By now, I knew to head for the dining room. The entire Aristov family was there, looking grim. “All three banks we bank with have frozen our assets,” Radimir told us, “Aristov Incorporated, our personal accounts, the cash in safety deposit boxes...everything. With the casino shut down, we have lost access to all our money. We can’t buy product, we can’t pay our men...Blyat’!” He looked at me helplessly. “The Italians, the Armenians, even the cartels, we can fight. But not this.”