Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He stroked his hand down her stomach and into her jeans, delving beneath her panties. The shock of the contact drew a sharp exhale from her, but it turned into a moan as he pushed two fingers into her. Dmitri Romanov is finger fucking me in the backseat of his town car. I’m his wife. The world has gone mad.
He let loose a string of Russian that sounded like a curse. When he switched back to English, his accent was thicker than she’d ever heard it. “Tell me, moya koroleva, were you wet because I was watching you in the kitchen, or because you wanted what I threatened to do to you in my office?”
“Both.” She gripped the edge of the seat to keep from reaching for him, her breasts heaving with each breath. “Both turned me on.”
He pumped slowly, leisurely. Her jeans kept him from withdrawing all the way, but that only made it hotter. He cupped her pussy like he owned it, and even though she knew she shouldn’t get off on that feeling, her body hadn’t gotten the memo. “Tell me something else.” He slid his fingers up to spread her wetness over her clit before pushing them into her again.
“Hmm?” She was concentrating so hard on not rocking to meet his strokes, she could barely focus on his words.
“Knowing that I will do exactly what I promised if you stroke yourself in one of the public rooms…” Dmitri pressed his face against her neck and inhaled deeply. “Are you going to do it again?”
Not only was it hotter than hell to imagine him watching her masturbate, but being dragged to his office, stripped down, and doing it on his desk while he was close enough to touch… Keira bit her lip. “Oh, yeah.”
He pulled her into his lap without ever taking his hand from its position, her back to his front. She tensed, but when he kept fucking her with his fingers, she relaxed to lay her head back on his shoulder. “What am I going to do with you, moya koroleva?”
She arched back into him, feeling his hard cock press against the cleft of her ass. “Take my pants off.”
Dmitri uttered a hoarse laugh. “That’s a start.” He withdrew his hand long enough to skim her pants and underwear off, leaving her naked from the waist down. The sweater was slouchy enough to hit the top of her thighs, but he drew it up with his free hand as his other went back to her pussy. “You are so wet and tight and mne nuzhno chuvstvovat’ tebya.”
She had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like the promise of something good. Keira shrugged her sweater off one shoulder. Dmitri’s curse was music to her ears, and it only made it hotter when he tugged the fabric down to expose the same breast she’d flashed him in the kitchen.
Her gaze landed on the closed glass separating them from the driver. “Can he see us?”
Dmitri rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger—the exact same way she had touched herself earlier. “Does it matter?”
Her entire body clenched. “No.”
“It does to me.” He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit, the pressure increasing in time with the tempo of his strokes. Dmitri palmed her breast, the move screaming ownership. “You will keep your peep shows for me and me alone, Keira. Obey me and you will be rewarded.” He flicked his fingers against a spot inside her that had her eyes threatening to roll back in her head.
Still, she managed to draw out words. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you will be punished.” And, with that, he took away his touch, leaving her teetering on the edge of orgasm with nothing to push her over.
CHAPTER NINE
This woman made Dmitri wild. He still couldn’t believe that she’d been so brazen as to expose herself in the fucking kitchen, let alone to all but promise to do it again at the earliest available opportunity. He kept his hands on her hips, holding her against him even as she cursed him. “Obey, Keira.”
“If you don’t make me come, I’m going to do it myself.”
And deprive him of her orgasm? Out of the question. He caged her wrists, drawing them behind her to nestle at the small of her back. The position arched her spine, and he could see the fury and desire written over her face in the reflection of the partition glass. “Your orgasms are mine now.” He slipped his hand between her thighs again, craving the tight clamp of her pussy around his fingers, her wetness coating them as he drew her closer and closer to coming. It was all too easy to imagine his cock in the place of his fingers, and he thrust against her ass.
“Romanov.”
Always Romanov and Russian with her. Never his name. “Da?”