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)
And, just like that, she wanted him to take her. Keira kissed him hard. “Fuck my ass, Dima.”
“You keep giving orders.”
“I think you like it.”
She felt his grin. “Perhaps a little.”
And then he released her and pulled away long enough to flip her onto her stomach. “Lift.”
She obediently lifted her hips, and he slid a pillow beneath them. Keira twisted to watch him squirt some lube onto his palm. “I don’t suppose you have cameras set up in this room?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Too bad.” She eyed his cock. “I think I’d like to watch you fucking me on video.” Sex tapes were so tacky, but the idea of being able to cue up one and watch his ridiculously perfect body rolling as he fucked her… Yeah, she’d make an exception to that rule.
He crawled between her legs and roughly spread them wide. “There are cameras in the dining room. I’ll make you a copy.”
Memories flashed before her. Her on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. His mouth against her pussy. Dmitri bending her over the table and fucking her right there.
She gasped as he bore down and slid his cock an inch into her. Dmitri stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She wiggled, trying to take him deeper. “I’m thinking about watching that tape.”
“Ah. An exhibitionist and a voyeur. You truly are a delight, moya koroleva.” He slid deeper, and then deeper yet, until his pelvis pressed against her ass. He shifted her hair to the side and pressed an openmouthed kiss to the back of her neck. “And now?”
“I’m… good.” It was back to being uncomfortable, but she couldn’t tell if it was the intrusion or how empty her pussy felt.
As always, he seemed to know. Dmitri slid one hand between her and the pillow to stroke her clit. “And now?”
“Oh.” She shuddered, biting her lip. “That’s good. Really good.”
Another kiss against the back of her neck, and she swore to God her toes curled. His rough voice vibrated against her skin. “I’m going to buy you a vibrator to fill you while I fuck you like this. Right… here.” He pushed two fingers into her. “Would you like that, Keira?”
“Yes,” she gasped out. She couldn’t move with his weight pinning her to the bed, his cock filling her ass, and his fingers playing with her pussy. She couldn’t do anything but take everything he gave her and beg for more. “I need you to move. Take me. Please. Take everything.”
A slow shift of his hips and she nearly shot off the bed. It was so much better than she expected and yet totally different and… Keira didn’t know. She cried out and begged and words sprang from her lips that she could barely process. Pleas and commands and begging. “Dima, please, oh my God it feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She orgasmed with a cry to shake the rafters, nearly throwing him off her in the process.
Dmitri thrust into her once, a second time, a third time, and then pulled out, and she felt a hot spurt on her ass. It shouldn’t be this sexy. She should be pissed about… something. She couldn’t work up the energy to figure out what, though. She turned her head to the side as he collapsed next to her. With sweat dampening his skin and his eyes hazy with pleasure, he looked almost… human.
Holy shit, I really do like him.
He twisted to kiss her. “Don’t move.”
She couldn’t even if she’d wanted to. He disappeared for a minute and came back with a towel to clean her. Then he pulled the covers back and urged her beneath them. He tucked himself against her body, his breath stirring the small hairs on the back of her neck. “Sleep, moya koroleva.”
And she did.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Dmitri had things to do, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to leave Keira in their bed alone. Last night had been a turning point for them, and he woke up wanting to ensure they didn’t backslide.
With her face relaxed in sleep and her hair a tangled mess on her pillow, she didn’t have her barriers in place for the first time since he’d met her. This is what it could be like all the time if the rest of the world wasn’t going to hell around us.
The peace was a small reprieve. They had a single day until the party and a lot to accomplish in that amount of time. The danger was nowhere near past, and Dmitri should be focusing on that instead of curling Keira’s hair around his finger.
Her eyes flicked open, asleep one moment and awake the next. “It’s creepy to watch someone while they sleep.”
“Nyet, we had this conversation. You’re in my bed—our bed—so that gives me certain rights.”
She rolled her eyes. “Always an argument with you, isn’t it?”