Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"I don't belong to anyone," she ground out until I thrust against her core and her eyes slid shut on a low gasp.
"What's wrong, princess, did riding my thigh not do enough for you last night? Beg me and maybe I'll fuck that sweet pussy until you're satisfied."
"Go to hell," she bit out.
"Trust me, I'm already there." I thrust against her again.
She arched her back, pushing her breasts in my face while she so desperately tried to get the friction she needed.
"Let me go," she growled.
"No, and I don't think that's what you really want."
I leaned down and bit her nipple, already hard and peeking through her shirt. "I think you came up here to see if you could start a fight and earn another punishment. Is that it? Are you here to beg me to bend you over my desk and spank you again? Did you want my belt again, or my palm? Or do I need to put you on your knees and show you what that smart mouth of yours is really for?"
"You wouldn't," she said between clenched teeth.
I let go of her neck just to grab her chin and press my lips to hers, squeezing her jaw until she opened for me.
Her protests would have been so much more convincing if she wasn't kissing me back. Even her kiss was a fucking battle. She fought for control and I loved it.
I loved knowing that she wasn't going to give me anything. She wasn't going to submit to me willingly. I was going to have to earn her obedience, to take it, and my inevitable victory would be that much sweeter because of it.
Viktoria pulled her wrists from my grip and laced her fingers in my hair. At first she was pulling me closer, trying to control the kiss again, then her fingers tightened as she tried to pull me off of her.
Fucking brat.
If that was the way she wanted to play it, fine.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her across the room to the large oak desk in the corner.
She kicked and clawed at every single step.
Then I slammed her down on the table, careful that her torso hit hard, not her face or head.
"What do you think you are doing?" she screeched.
"I think we are going to play a little game," I purred in her ear as I leaned over her, pressing my cock against her perfectly tight little ass. "I think you like this. You don't want to like it, but you do."
"No, I don't."
"Then let's make a bet instead of playing a game. If I reach down into these pants and feel your pussy, are you going to be wet for me?"
"No," she said.
"Well then. There is our wager. If you're wet, then you move in here, and you will spend your days in school and your nights in my bed, learning how to be a good girl. If your pussy isn't weeping, begging me to fuck it, then you go back to the dorm. Is it a deal?"
I knew she was wet. I could feel the damp heat radiating through the fine material, could smell the heady scent of her arousal in the air between us. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of burying my face between her thighs until she screamed.
"Well?" I asked, in a harsh rasp. My cock throbbed painfully, straining against my zipper, desperate for release.
She said nothing. Just pressed her forehead into the desk, her shoulders shaking slightly. Was it rage or desire? With Viktoria, the line between the two was razor thin.
"No? Then we can throw the wager out and you agree to stay in the apartment I provided, and you stop acting like an entitled little bitch and be grateful I've kept you safe and in the lifestyle you should be accustomed to, allowing you to go to school tuition-free."
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whispered, "And I am still going to punish you every time you step out of line. Hard enough that you'll feel me for days afterward, every time you sit down."
"I hate you," she said, as she tried to push up from the desk. Her hair fell in a curtain around her face, but not before I caught the flush on her cheeks, the way her teeth sank into her lower lip.
"Maybe," I conceded, pressing her back down with my body weight, letting her feel every hard inch of me against the curve of her ass. "But your body wants me."
I didn't let her up, kept her pinned beneath me, savoring the way she squirmed, each movement only serving to grind her ass against my cock.
Her arms flailed, and she knocked papers all over the floor. She even hit the crystal decanter and sent it crashing to the marble below, the smell of Russian vodka filling the air.