Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
His eyes dragged over every inch of bare skin, dark and predatory, but there was something deeper in them now, something akin to obsession, pure and unfiltered and all for me.
“Fuck,” he growled, the word almost reverent. “Look at you. My perfect little Italian princess. All that innocence wrapped up for me to ruin.”
He stepped in close again, one big hand cupping my breast, thumb dragging roughly over my nipple until it ached. His other hand went back to my throat, sliding up and tilting my chin up so I had to meet his stare.
“You’re shaking,” he said almost softly, his Russian accent thickening with need before morphing to possessive dominance. “Good. I want you to feel every second of this. I want you to be scared. I want you wet. But most of all,” he murmured, his accent intensifying more as he stepped closer to me, “I want you to know you’re mine now and only mine. No other man will ever touch what belongs to The Butcher.”
He shoved me back onto the bed before I could respond. The mattress dipped under his weight as he followed, knees bracketing my hips, caging me in completely. His suit jacket was already gone, tie loosened, shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing the ink and scars that marked him as a leader of the Russian Bratva. The sight of all that brutal power looming over me made my pussy clench so hard it hurt, even as nerves twisted in my stomach.
Alexei hooked two fingers into the front of my thong, looked me in the eye for only a second while he smirked, and ripped it clean off my body. Pinning me with his eyes, he raised the ruined lace to his nose and inhaled deeply. A groan ripped from between his lips. “Gonna hang on to these, keep them in my pocket and pull them out so I can smell you any fucking time I want.”
He set them aside, then spread my thighs wide with his palms, staring down at my bare pussy that was soaking wet and getting more drenched by the second.
“Already dripping for your husband,” he murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Such a tight, untouched, little virgin. I’m going to be the only man who ever knows how this feels.” He shifted his body down so his face was between my thighs then dragged his tongue through my folds in one long, filthy stroke.
He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. My back arched off the bed with a broken cry when he licked me again, harder, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it with the tip of his tongue until my thighs started to shake around his head. The pleasure built fast, sharp and overwhelming, but underneath it was the nervous flutter of knowing what came next… my first time with a man who would never, ever, let me go.
“Alexei,” I gasped, fingers fisting in his hair.
He lifted his head just long enough to growl against my pussy, eyes locked on mine with that possessive fire. “You don’t come until I’m inside you. I want your first orgasm on my cock, wife. Understand?” Then he buried his face between my legs again, tongue fucking into me while his thumb circled my clit with ruthless precision.
I was sobbing as I nodded, unable to speak. My hips ground against his mouth on their own. I could have gotten off from this alone and was so close to doing just that when he suddenly pulled back.
He rose up on his knees stripping his shirt and tie off with violent efficiency, his cock springing free and bobbing against his abs when he peeled his dress pants down his thighs. It was thick, heavy, and veined, the head already slick with his arousal and flushed dark. It looked obscene, far too big to fit inside me, yet I knew it would. The sight of it made my stomach tighten with equal parts fear and raw, aching need.
Alexei wrapped one hand around the base and stroked himself once, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving mine. “Beg,” he said simply, but his voice was hoarse with restraint. “Tell me you want your Russian husband to take your virginity. That you want this huge cock stuffed into that tiny little pussy.”
I was past shame, past anything but the burning need he’d built in me and the terrifying certainty that this man would kill for me, die for me, and, now, own me forever.
“Please,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Please, Alexei… I need you inside me.” The words were foreign to me. I had never said anything like that before.
Of course, I’d explored my own body, touched myself until the pleasure was starting and I forced myself to stop. But being with Alexei woke something in me, something that demanded I give him whatever he wanted because it… made me feel good.