Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
No, I’m devouring him.
Violently.
As unhinged as he is.
I fist his hair, dragging his head back, forcing the kiss deeper, biting his lips, clashing with his tongue.
This can’t be real.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize there’s no way I’d be kissing Yulian with this animalistic frenzy, almost as if I can’t get enough.
Almost as if I’ve waited for this—
No.
This is only to prove that I can get the upper hand in everything. That no matter what he tries, I’ll always come out on top.
But fuck, the taste of his lips wrecks me.
He’s poison and I’m hooked.
Drunk on him.
There’s a hint of mint, but the rest is all him. Heady, masculine, and entirely addictive.
I’ve always thought myself to only be attracted to girls, so why the fuck is a man’s masculine scent, taste, and the feel of his hard muscles and thick cock turning me into an animal?
It’s not enough.
The pressure, the depth, the intoxicating feeling.
I knew a single taste wouldn’t be enough—it’s why I ran away.
It’s why I need to remove this idiot from my life—
A hand reaches between us—his hand—as he kisses me deeper, more violently, angrily almost as he grabs my cock through my pants.
What the—
“Mmm, you’re packed, baby,” he murmurs against my mouth, then licks and bites my lower lip.
“Shut the fuck up,” I bite back, sinking my teeth into his tongue until a metallic taste explodes at the back of my mouth.
The scent of the earth and pine mixes with blood and our gasping pants, forming a fucked-up cocoon around us.
And in the midst of it all, I know I should put an end to this.
I should push him away and leave. Put an ocean between us again and never come back.
But then he bites me a second time, harsh and unforgiving, making me feel the pain I inflicted, but he doesn’t draw blood. His leg on my thigh cages me against him, his hand in my hair, pulling, almost too savagely, as he unbuttons my jeans.
My ears ring as heady pleasure coils in my insides, and the scent of arousal overwhelms me.
I need to stop this.
It’s going too far.
I can’t let this go any further—
“Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about this?” His gravelly voice scrapes my ear, its low tremor spilling across my jaw, brushing my wet lips.
“Fantasized?” My own voice is raspy, my eyes hooded, because I can’t stop looking at the saliva on his lip and the smidge of blood spilling out at the corner.
I want to lick it, to lick him like a goddamn ice cream cone.
This isn’t normal.
“Mmm.” He opens the second button, slowly rubbing his cock against my thigh. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for such a long time.”
“How long?” I ask, my voice catching at the end because he kills the distance between us, licking the corner of my mouth, then my lower lip.
“For so fucking long.” He talks as he kisses and licks, his eyes almost closed from how much they’re drooping. “So unhealthily long.”
A moan catches at the back of my throat when he undoes the third button of my jeans, then his hand palms my aching cock through my briefs.
Fucking Christ. Why is it growing bigger at Yulian’s touch?
“I dreamt of licking you whole, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your jaw…” He nibbles on my jaw, then trails his mouth close to mine. “Your fucking soul, Mishka. And you know what?”
“What…?” I trail off, my voice quiet, because, really, I can’t go any louder, not with the onslaught of foreign sensations ripping through me.
“You taste better than I fantasized.” He plunges his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with renewed frenzy as he slides his hand inside my briefs and fists my cock.
A strangled noise echoes in the air, and I realize it’s mine.
I’m turned on in a way I’ve never experienced before and absolutely losing my mind.
Just because Yulian’s rough, big hand is around my dick.
This must be a simulation.
“Fuck, you’re huge, baby.” He pulls out my cock, stroking it from the base to the crown, taking his sweet time despite the small opening between us.
I exhale in rough bursts against his mouth, trapped in a world where my body seizes full control.
I can’t think or process or breathe properly as he jerks me, squeezing the crown and gathering the precum in his palm. He uses it to lube me up, moving up and down in a slow, rough motion.
“Love how your cock throbs in my hand. You feel so goddamn good, you know that?” He moans, rubbing his fully covered cock against my thigh.
“Shut up…” I sound so turned on, so…strange.
My cock has grown the hardest I’ve ever felt, and I truly refuse to think it’s because of Yulian.
Of all people.
Fucking Yulian?
I hate this asshole.
“Fuck…you keep getting harder. You’re making such a beautiful mess.” He squeezes my cock harshly, and I kind of slump over, only held by his hand on my face, as a bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine.