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)
Maybe. She wasn’t in the mood to deconstruct their future at this moment. Keira met his gaze and slid further onto the bed. From this angle, she got a good view of his chest piece. The landscape reminded her of the one in his office—bleak and a little sinister. She didn’t think Russian criminals usually had gorgeous dark forests tattooed on their chests, but it fit Dmitri. He was king of his domain. He didn’t need a throne or something gaudy and in-your-face. He owned the area depicted in his tattoo and every single thing that resided there.
Just like he did in his territory in New York.
It was something to chew on later, this strangely artistic side of Dmitri. Right now, her only priority was driving him past the point of control. With that in mind, Keira rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs, tilting her ass up. A strained sound came from behind her, and she smiled against the sheets. Just to ensure Dmitri wasn’t in the mood to talk anymore, she slid her hands down her sides and over her ass to part herself for his gaze. In her current position, he should be able to see every single inch of what he wanted. Checkmate.
“Do. Not. Move.”
She held perfectly still as his footsteps sounded, heading for the bathroom. Dmitri didn’t make her wait long, returning to join her on the bed. She heard a distinctly wet sound, and then his fingers were sliding down her ass to circle her. He dipped inside and she instinctively clenched.
“Shh, shh.” Dmitri shifted to lie next to her and kiss her shoulder. “Relax. Breathe. I’ve got you.”
“You try to relax with a finger in your ass.”
He chuckled. “Perhaps next time.”
That got her attention. Surely she’d heard him wrong. Dmitri Romanov did not just offer to let her return the favor. “You’d let me peg you?”
He gave a slow shake of his head. “That’s not my kink, and I don’t think it’s yours, either.”
Well, no. The idea of a strap-on left her feeling kind of queasy, if only because she didn’t even know where to begin. It was the deep end and she’d barely even dipped her toe into the shallows when it came to ass play—giving or receiving. “Then what are you offering?”
“Exactly this.” He slid his finger further into her. It didn’t hurt in the least, but she didn’t know how to even start describing the feeling. Her indecision must have shown on her face because he shifted closer and kissed her. Dmitri slid his tongue into her mouth even as he guided her closer and positioned her leg up and over his hip. It left them pressed together, and she shifted as his cock rubbed against her aching clit.
Suddenly, what he was doing to her ass wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable at all.
Keira eagerly met his mouth, sucking the tip of his tongue even as she writhed to get closer. She tensed when he pushed a second finger into her, but everything else he was doing was too damn good to stop. She tore her mouth from his long enough to say, “Fuck me, Dima.”
“All you have to do is ask. I crave the feel of you clenching around my cock.”
She wormed her arm between them and lined him up with her entrance. He didn’t hesitate to pull her closer even as he thrust, filling her completely. With his fingers inside her, her eyes flew open, startled at how fucking good it was to be filled so completely. “Oh.”
“‘Oh,’ she says,” he murmured against her lips. “You just thought of what pleasure could be found with two cocks filling you.”
There was no point in lying. He read her too damn well. “Can’t blame me for that.” She wiggled a little, but he had her thoroughly pinned in place with cock and fingers. “I think I’d like it.”
“The filling or the two men?” His tone gave nothing away, but it was off all the same.
Damn it, why do we have to keep ruining a good thing with running our mouths? Keira kissed his jaw. “The filling. I don’t figure you’d share any better than I would.” She sure as fuck didn’t like the idea of him with another woman…
The thought stopped her pleasure cold. She leaned back enough to meet his gaze. “No one else, Dima. If you fuck someone else after marrying me, I’ll gut you.”
“Vicious.” He sounded almost pleased by it.
She gripped the back of his neck, forcing him to look down at her. “I’m serious.” Okay, I probably wouldn’t gut him. But I would 100 percent burn this fucking house to the ground and walk away to somewhere he’d never find me.
“I know.” He sucked on her bottom lip, and her eyes damn near rolled back in her head. “There is no one but you, moya koroleva. After you, no one else will do.” He fucked her ass with his fingers, though he kept her impaled on his cock. “And I do not share. I will fill you until you’re screaming your pleasure, but there will be no other cock inside you but mine.”