Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
"Stop fighting it, moy kotyonochek. Give in. Learn to take all of me, to crave it, and you just might survive this night."
Hatred flashed in her eyes, but as her lips stretched around me, I witnessed that spark of defiance transform into defeat, acceptance, then fear and panic as she struggled to breathe.
For a moment, she truly believed I would end her life this way.
An intriguing method of execution, but the risk of biting was too great.
"Good girl," I praised, and something new flickered across her expression.
It vanished instantly, but I caught it.
She responded to praise. Another reason not to kill her.
Women who craved praise often flourished under degradation as well. There was a delicate psychology to breaking someone like Alina.
Praise to create the need for approval, then the withholding of it to intensify desperation. The hunger for validation became its own restraint, more effective than any rope.
A delicate balance, but one that promised entertainment and trainability.
I withdrew a few inches, just enough for her to draw breath through her nose, but not enough to grant control.
"Show me what you can do, moy kotyonochek. Suck my cock."
She hesitated.
My hands tightened in her hair in warning.
Her cheeks hollowed and her tongue gently massaged the underside of my cock.
"Mm, I think you can do better, beautiful."
Her mouth felt impossibly soft and warm, the velvet of her cheeks against my flesh overwhelming.
She rocked forward and back tentatively, uncertain of her approach. With my grip on the back of her skull, she moved her entire body to slide her mouth along my shaft.
It was exquisite, but insufficient.
I needed harder. Faster. Rougher.
I needed to watch her struggle.
With one sharp thrust, I pushed to the back of her throat again.
She wasn't prepared.
She nearly toppled sideways, clutching my thighs to steady herself.
I showed no mercy.
I took her sweet mouth harder, forcing my cock deeper.
The muscles in her throat contracted against the invasion, creating a tighter grip.
Fresh tears streamed down her face.
Her eyes glazed as survival instincts triggered resistance.
Her hands pressed against my thighs, her head strained to withdraw.
Her struggle heightened every sensation.
With her hair wrapped in my fist, I pinned her against the wall, driving down her throat repeatedly.
No escape route existed, and she knew it.
When her resistance ceased, I withdrew enough for one deep breath before claiming her pretty face again.
I imagined her other hidden treasures must be equally perfect.
Pleasure surged through me as that familiar tension built at the base of my spine and crawled toward my balls.
Should I finish down her throat? Or pull back across her tongue, making her display my seed before swallowing every drop? Perhaps paint her face across her cheeks and lips, marking her as mine?
No, that would come later.
When I marked her face, I would also cover her breasts, her stomach, all the way down her used body.
Time enough for that later.
This time, she would swallow everything.
"That's right," I said through clenched teeth. "Take it all."
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as I stared into those dark, golden-brown depths, witnessing defeat, humiliation, and a hint of desire.
A knock interrupted us before I could withdraw from her lips.
"Do not come in here," I shouted toward the door before looking down at my sweet captive. I gripped her jaw tightly as I pulled free. "Do not swallow."
She looked up, lips now pressed together, and nodded.
"Say it," I commanded, needing her verbal acknowledgment.
"I won't swallow," she whispered, lips barely moving to keep the contents in her mouth.
The door cracked open without permission.
One of my men paused in the doorway, his gaze scanning the room before finding me, then dropping to Alina.
I snarled, blocking her from view as I draped my jacket over her huddled form.
Looking at her broken state remained my privilege alone.
"Get. Out." The command left no room for argument.
The man stiffened, eyes darting to the ceiling—the only reason I considered sparing his life. "Apologies, boss, but—"
"Out! Now!" My hand moved toward my gun, a clear threat that widened his eyes.
"Da, boss," he muttered before retreating, pulling the door shut.
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair, patience exhausted.
I wasn't finished with Alina, but I awaited crucial information that would determine my next action against our enemies. I couldn't afford delays.
Gregor and Artem would be furious enough.
If I wanted to keep Alina beneath their notice, I couldn't give them reason to investigate her. But I would be damned if anyone else touched what was now mine.
I crouched down to her level, taking her jaw between my fingers.
"Don't move." My glare ensured she understood. "If you run, I will find you. And when I do, I'll start by breaking those pretty fingers one by one. And do not swallow. We are not done."
I traced my thumb across her lips once more, their tremble fluttering against my skin. "Remember, Alina. You belong to me now. The sooner you accept that, the easier your life will become."