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)
She paused at the sight of him shirtless. They’d been naked together in his bed, but it was too dark to see him properly. She knew he had tattoos—of course he did—but seeing them was something else altogether. She barely got a good look at the landscape piece before Dmitri let go of her and went down on one knee. She tried not to startle at the familiar position, but at least he was distracted enough that he didn’t notice her reaction. He ripped her dress with a sharp move, tearing across the tops of her thighs and across the back just under her ass. “This is the length it always should have been.”
“Oh, I don’t know. That might have been trashy.” She snorted.
“Nyet.” He inched up the fabric just enough to expose her pussy. “I don’t know what would be more frustrating—knowing this part of you was locked away beneath all that fabric… or knowing you were close enough to touch but being denied it until now.”
When he talked like that, he made her sound like some kind of temptress. It had been the point of her clothing choice for tonight, but Dmitri had always looked at her the way he was now—as if he were a dog on a fraying leash, a few precious inches from the tastiest steak he’d ever seen.
He used one hand to keep her dress up and bracketed her hip with the other. He inhaled deeply. “I can smell how much you need me.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She tried and failed to keep the need out of her voice.
“Some things are worth taking your time with. Enjoying every second.” He nudged her legs apart and spread her with two fingers. “I like the look of you after you’ve sucked me down. You loved every second of that.”
“You were too gentle with me.” She regretted the words as soon as they escaped, but here in this moment with him so close, her filters suffered a critical error—not that they’d been that great to begin with.
His gaze flicked up to meet hers. “Next time, I won’t be.”
Next time.
Oh, she knew there’d be a next time. Of course there would be. But the possessive way he said as much made every nerve in her body flare with heat. She could have Dmitri over and over again. There wasn’t a limit on it.
“What’s put that look on my wife’s face?”
She considered commenting on his determination to name her as his wife, but decided to let it go. Tonight was a special night, for better or worse. There was no need to ruin it with petty bullshit. Keira reached down and slid her fingers through his hair. The casual touch thrilled her as much as the sexual ones did. “I was thinking that I could fuck you ten times a day if I wanted to.”
Amusement flickered in his eyes and the curve of his lips. “Impossible to run an evil empire if I have my cock buried in you ten times a day.” He kissed first one hip bone and then the other. “But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“Mmm.” She sucked in a breath as his lips grazed her pubic bone. “Though if we let the evil empire run itself, eventually it’ll fall apart.”
“True.” He shifted, hitching one of her legs over his shoulder and pressing her back against the table.
It was difficult to focus with his breath ghosting across her clit, but she made a valiant effort. “I think three times a day is reasonable. It’s important to have balance.”
Dmitri nuzzled her pussy. “Your compromise is duly noted. Now, stop talking business. My wife has needs that require attention.”
“What a polite monster you are.”
He growled against her skin. “Your monster, at least in this.”
I am in over my head and sinking fast. She couldn’t bring herself to care as he licked her like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream. Before she could really relax into it, he stood and spun her around. She caught herself on the table, knocking over his glass and sending silverware flying. Keira sucked in a breath to protest, but then Dmitri’s mouth was at the small of her back.
Oh.
He pushed her dress higher as he licked his way up her spine and then finally shoved the fabric over her head. It hit the table with a heavy thunk, but she couldn’t bring herself to care that it would be stained beyond recognition. Not with his hands cupping her breasts and plucking at her nipples. He started his way down her spine again, his palm coasting over her stomach to cup her between her thighs. He slid two fingers in her as if sure he could do anything he wanted to her and she’d welcome it with arms open wide. He’s right.