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)
Dima.
He shouldn’t have given her that name. It was ammunition in Keira’s hands, and he had no defense against the sound of his name on her lips. None. For all his reputation and history, ironic that he’d be felled so completely by this little slip of a woman.
Dmitri fisted his cock and pushed into her, one torturous inch at a time. “This is what you need. My cock filling you.”
“Yes, yes.” She pushed back, sheathing him to the hilt. Her pussy clenched around him, and he had to grab her hips to keep her from moving. His earlier orgasm should have taken the edge off, but this woman drove him wild in a way he never could have anticipated. Keira moaned. “Harder. Take me harder.”
He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back into her, using his grip on her hips to do exactly as she needed. She cried out and then she was moving in counterpoint with him, slamming back to meet his strokes. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, and his world narrowed to the little sounds she made when he hit exactly the right spot, and the feel of her around him.
“Mine,” he said in Russian. “You’re mine. You may deny it to the day you die, but it’s the truth all the same.”
“Oh God.” She flung her head back as she came, and he bracketed her throat, holding her in position with her back bowed as he kept fucking her.
Only when her tremors stopped did he release her and allow her to slump onto the table. Keira lasted a breath, another, before she lifted her head. “You didn’t come.”
He kissed her shoulder, pumping gently with his hips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She shivered. “I don’t think I’m complaining.”
“You sound like you’re not sure,” he teased. Dmitri pulled out of her and turned her around to kiss him. “Come to bed with me. I’m not ready for this night to end.”
Keira was already nodding. “I don’t suppose you’re going to fuck me all the way up the stairs to the room?”
He liked the image she created, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on her ass, his cock buried inside her, stopping every few steps to press her against the wall, and then again on the stairs themselves…
Dmitri inhaled sharply. “Another night when I’m sure we don’t have an audience.” He kissed her, quick and light. “I don’t like to share.”
“Pity.” She slipped out of his arms and grabbed his shirt from where he’d tossed it onto the floor. She didn’t bother to button the whole thing, just enough that she wasn’t completely indecent.
But any of his men she encountered on the walk to their room would get an eyeful all the same.
He yanked on his pants and made it to the door just as she opened it. Dmitri didn’t waste time arguing—he simply scooped her into his arms and strode for the stairs.
She smirked up at him. “Someone’s feeling possessive.”
“Where you’re concerned? Always.” He shouldn’t say as much, not when she’d been so very clear about how little she liked that trait, but Dmitri was who he was. He hadn’t been lying when he told her that, as her husband, he was hers, but she was still his. The faster she came to terms with that, the better for both of them.
They made it to the bedroom without encountering anyone, which made him suspect Pavel had cleared all but the necessary personnel for the night. Keira hadn’t exactly been quiet when he was fucking her, and anyone in this part of the house would have heard and known to avoid the area until morning. Dmitri was more than capable of keeping her safe and dealing with any potential threat—and his men knew it.
He kicked the door shut behind him and let her slide down his body as he set her on her feet. Keira started to step away, but he caught her hips and kept her close. “I’m taking your ass tonight, moya koroleva, unless you tell me truthfully that it’s something you aren’t the least bit interested in trying.”
She met his gaze steadily. “I want whatever you’ll give me, Dima. I’m yours—at least for tonight.”
Keira should have begged off. It would have been the smart thing to do. Dmitri already looked at her as if he owned her. Giving him access to a part of herself she’d never given anyone else would only confirm that he was right in that belief.
But she was so goddamn tired of the games. Tomorrow they could get back to jockeying for power and position over each other. Tonight, she only wanted him.
He led her to the bed and urged her onto it. “Trust me.”
“In this? Sure.”
His lips thinned, just a little. “Someday, you won’t put a qualifier on that statement.”