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)
He does it again, and this time, he kisses me as he jerks me off in a fast, maddening rhythm. All my blood rushes to my groin, and I know I’m going to come so embarrassingly soon.
“S-stop…Yuli…”
“Oh, fuck. Calling me by my diminutive name?” He grunts, going in an even faster rhythm, rubbing himself against me, pulling me tighter on top of him.
I grab his head with both hands, yanking at his hair. “I’m going to come. Stop it.”
He bites his lower lip, then lifts his head and bites mine, stretching the skin between his teeth. “That’s the whole point, baby. I want to see you shatter for me.”
“Fuck you,” I grunt, my body tightening, my spine jerking, and that familiar rush bulldozes through.
“Shh, don’t fight it.” He fists my hair tighter, his rough murmur ghosting over my tingling lips. “Don’t run away, okay? This was meant to be.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Us, Mishka. We were meant to be.”
“There’s no us…” My voice chokes as he goes faster, precum leaking all over us.
“Yes, there is. Can’t you feel how much your body loves mine, baby?”
“Shut up…”
“You see, I went through so much fucking suffering to get you right here, so no, I won’t shut up. I’ll never shut up about how good you feel. How your cock is so huge and beautiful. Even more beautiful than I imagined while fucking Danika. That’s what I did, you know. I wanted to feel you while I was inside her, which is why I kept going on and on…and on.”
Fucking creep.
I punch him, but it’s weak because I’m already coming.
I’m coming so hard, cum splashes everywhere between us as I shudder. Yulian doesn’t react to the punch. He merely grins and kisses me as I shove my dick in his hand, using his hand as a hole until I’m spent of every drop.
Until my head is completely empty.
All I can do is breathe his woodsy, musky smell and the heady scent of arousal surrounding us.
All I can hear is the sucking sounds of our lips slamming together with the rare shout in the distance.
All I can feel is his hand fisting my spent cock, lightly stroking as he rocks his hips gently.
He pulls his lips from mine and licks them. “I knew you’d look like a goddamn masterpiece when you come, baby.”
A high-pitched ringing fills my head. I swing, my fist connecting with his jaw, then shove off him, yanking myself back and tucking my cock away from view.
I need to go.
What the hell have I done?
I back away from Yulian, unwilling to look at him, drowning in the certainty that I’ve just made the worst mistake.
“You can run, but you can’t hide, Mishka,” his voice calls after me, not smug but challenging, as if he knows exactly what kind of clusterfuck I’ve landed myself in.
14
VAUGHN
“Where were you?”
I startle at my father’s distinct voice, my hand pausing on the doorknob in the near darkness of my living room.
Fuck.
Shit.
Finding my dad waiting for me at my place close to two in the morning is not a good sign.
Schooling my expression, I turn around to face him.
He’s sitting on the couch, phone in hand, as my mother rests her head on his thigh, fast asleep.
Double fuck. Both of them are here.
I pull out my phone and frown at the string of texts from Lidya.
Uncle Kirya is mad.
Just kidding, he’s super mad. He mentioned reckless and irresponsible. I never thought I’d hear those words about you.
Prayers for you, Vonnie. Will become the most badass leader on your behalf when you’re dead.
No, seriously, even Aunt Sasha is struggling to calm him down, and you know that’s almost impossible. She’s also worried about you. Can you believe it? You made your parents WORRIED.
They’re right, though. What’s going on, and why am I not in on your schemes? I thought we were bros.
Or cousins or whatever.
It would’ve helped if I’d received her texts while I was trying to calm myself during the six-hour flight from the island to New York.
Didn’t work, by the way.
Because every time I closed my eyes, all I could picture was brown, blue, the rough, shaky breaths, the masculine, woodsy scent, and the rush of adrenaline all the way to the base of my spine—
“You have something to say for yourself?” Dad’s low but firm tone pulls me out of the unorthodox thoughts I ran away from but still couldn’t eradicate.
“Maybe you should go to sleep,” I reply in a calm tone. “Mom doesn’t look too comfortable.”
“The only reason your mother is uncomfortable is because you seem to be taking these sudden trips out of New York without informing us beforehand.”
I swallow, walking toward him, basically forcing myself not to turn around and leave.
Confrontation with my dad—and my parents in general—isn’t at the top of my favorite things to do.