Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
“Whose name are you allowed to speak, милая? Who is the only man allowed to touch you like this?”
“You,” I choke out, shuddering through the tingles racing through my core.
“Yes. Me.” My hands slip against the glass when he demands the name of the man about to make me come all over his hand. “Scream it loud enough for them all to hear.”
His “them” mention reminds me of where we are. It doesn’t clam me up, however. It makes me feel more wanted. More desired. And it has the crest in my stomach forming so quickly I’m blindsided by a ferocious orgasm before I can force Andrik onto the wild ride with me.
I explode so fiercely stars detonate and the world tilts on its axis. Everything blurs as a fiery warmth spreads from my womb to my limbs.
I cry out loud enough for Anya’s partner’s attention to divert from her for the quickest second. He stares straight at me as if the glass is no longer frosted. It is a fading glance. As quickly as Andrik’s zipper lowering steals my devotion, Anya’s tired yawn captures his.
When his admiring glare once again matches the one reflecting back at me, I can’t help but seek answers as to why Anya and I are the chosen ones.
“Does he know?”
“Know what?” Andrik’s breathing pattern matches mine when he spreads my feet wide with a gentle kick before his fingers recommence their exploration of the heat between my legs.
“Does he know she’s infertile?” It is hard to talk. Nothing but moans want to leave my mouth when his fat cock pierces between my wet folds.
Andrik’s lips lift against the exposed skin on my shoulder for the briefest second before he answers tersely, “Yes.”
“Then why does he look at her how he does?” The words shoot from my mouth before I can stop them. That’s how stunned I am that he enters me without the slightest bit of protest from my body. Our position probably helps. I can’t take all of him from this angle, but the inches I can are delicious.
After swiveling my hips, welcoming him in further with only the slightest snippet of pain, I say, “He looks at her like she can give him everything he’s ever wanted.”
“Because she can,” he answers on a moan as he adjusts the tilt of my ass and then jerks his hips upward.
He rubs at my clit, clouding my head with lust so it won’t acknowledge the pain of the additional inches my new position allows him to stuff in, but I manage to speak through the fog. “That’s not true. If it were, you wouldn’t be fucking me in a dark room like I’m a dirty little secret.”
When Andrik stills, his cock doesn’t display the disappointment of the rest of his body. It throbs as evidently as his jaw. “Don’t.”
His reply is clipped, and it sets my pulse racing. I don’t listen to the silent warning that I’m no longer treading in waters beyond my means, though. I’ve dived headfirst into the Pacific. “You wouldn’t be demanding discreetness.”
My last word comes out with a groan when Andrik’s hand shoots up from my hip to my throat. He grips my neck tightly, lighting not needed to see the flicker his eyes get when he’s being challenged.
“Don’t make me ask you again, Zoya. Stop. Now.”
I squash my cheek to the glass and sweep open my thighs like I’m not doing everything I can to derail this train. “You wouldn’t be hoping the contract you had Mikhail plant would have me believing adultery is okay since feelings aren’t involved.”
“Stop. This. Now! Or your ass will be so red you won’t sit for a week.”
I don’t listen.
I never do.
“How many women have you coerced into your bed with the same lies, Andrik?”
He pulls out of me with a roar, his anger as apparent as the furious stomp of my libido that I’ve pushed him so hard that his cock is most likely as deflated as my ego. “None!”
“How many payouts have you issued for their silence?”
“None.” His reply is a sneer, not a word, as snapped and out of control as the rough yank on my arm to spin me around to face him. “Not. A. Single. Fucking. One. But since you seem to know everything about me, why don’t you tell me how many indiscretions I’ve had? You said you will tell my wife”—he snarls his last word—“exactly how many. So tell me… how many have I had? One… two… three…” His wild and dilated eyes bounce between mine. “Four? Do you think I’ve had four, милая? Or did I start my tally too low? Tell me how many women I’ve slept with since you.”
“I don’t know how many,” I spit out, suddenly disgusted.
I hate the thought of him with his wife, so I don’t want to add more people to the crazy notions that haven’t quit rolling through my head over the past few weeks.