Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I don’t care if he thinks I look good.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
I head outside, but I can’t concentrate. I know that camera’s still staring with Alex at the other end. He’s watching my every move, and it’s driving me crazy.
Because I like it. I want to perform for him. I want to make him as frustrated as I feel right now. I want him to want me, just from staring at a tiny image of me on his phone screen.
And I hate that about myself.
I march back inside, go into the bedroom, and grab one of his t-shirts. Then I throw it over the camera and cover the lens.
Alexander: Take that down right now.
Natalya: No thanks.
Alexander: Don’t test me, printsessa. I’ll come here and you won’t like the consequences.
A thrill runs into my stomach, but I wish it away.
Natalya: Your threats aren’t very scary. Why don’t you find someone else to stalk and creep on?
I expect a reply, but there’s nothing. After a few seconds, I give up and go eat my lunch.
I spend some more time in the pool before I get tired and bored, and decide to head in to take a shower. The water’s nice and hot and the glass walls are covered in steam when I hear the door to the apartment bang open.
I’m scared for only a few seconds before Alexander appears in the bathroom. He stands there glaring death at me as I wipe a little hole in the fog to look back out at him.
He’s got the t-shirt I used to cover the camera gripped in one fist.
“You haven’t figured it out yet, have you, baby,” he says and his voice is low and dangerous.
“Can you get the hell out?” I snap at him, doing my best to cover my chest with one arm.
“We aren’t playing games.” He comes toward me, hesitates, and then rips his own shirt off. He tosses it on the ground. “You are in danger, Natalya. The Marinos want you dead for what we did.”
“I know that, but it doesn’t mean you get to be an overbearing, controlling, obsessive prick.”
“You’re pregnant with my child.” He unbuckles his belt and I swallow as I stare at his rippling muscle. His bicep flexes as he undoes it and deftly flicks open his fly with one hand. “You’re my wife.” He tugs at his jeans until they pool around his ankles. He’s in only a pair of boxer briefs now, and my god, he looks incredible.
Pounds of ripped, firm muscle cover his big frame. Tattoos swirl on his chest: a broken door, a gun oozing blood, a pair of crossed blades over his heart with the words do kontsa below them.
Until the end.
He presses one palm against the glass of the shower. I feel trapped, but not afraid. My body’s pulsing with desire for him and my nipples are rock hard, the stupid traitors. I’m dripping wet and it’s not the water rolling down my skin.
It’s him. It’s Alexander. Big, bold, beautiful Alexander. Perfectly flawed Alexander. He stares death and hate at me, the t-shirt I used to cover the camera still in his hand.
Slowly, he pulls off his boxer briefs.
I catch a glimpse of a thick, vein-covered cock before I look up at the ceiling.
“Okay, I get it, you’re a controlling ape. Please put your clothes back on.”
“Not until you’ve been punished, my disobedient, willful little wife.”
I let out a whimper. Holy shit that is the hottest single sentence a man has ever uttered. This shouldn’t be driving me crazy right now, but I know what Alex can do to me, and the worst part is, I want him to.
I want him to give me everything.
The door to the shower tugs open and he steps inside. Water runs down his sculpted chest in rivers. Even though it’s a pretty big stall, I back away until I’m against the wall.
He’s still got the t-shirt in his hand, and now I’m starting to wonder what he’s doing with it.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask in a very small voice. I have both arms over my breasts and my legs slightly crossed.
His gazes rakes down me, lingering on my wet pubic hair, before meeting my eyes again.
“You are going to turn around, put your hands on the wall, and open your mouth. I’m going to shove this shirt between your lips, make you bite down, and then fuck you while you scream with your pathetic little gag keeping you quiet. And if you’re a good girl, and you take my cock the way I know you want to, I’ll let you come. But if you don’t, I’ll drive my dick into your throat until you swallow my every drop, and I’ll leave you quivering and frustrated when I’m done. Do you understand me?”