Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I never said I would protect her from myself.
The resistance in her hands weakened, fingers curling into my jacket instead of pushing me away.
Good girl.
I released her hair and traced my hands down her jaw, cupping her face, feeling her warmth before sliding lower, following the elegant curve of her throat to her chest.
Her breasts were perfect, full and soft. Mine to touch, taste, devour.
An image slammed into my mind. Marina, on her back, breathless and desperate, her thighs trembling as I pushed my cock between her lush curves, dragging pleasure from both of us until she was soaked and shaking beneath me.
Fuck.
I needed to stop.
This wasn’t right.
But God help me, I couldn’t.
She was too sweet. Too warm.
Her innocent kiss was too fucking addictive.
Everything I had felt in the last few months crashed over me.
The sick terror of finding her New York apartment trashed.
The adrenaline of chasing her through the city.
The rage of discovering she lived with men who were too weak to protect her.
All of it funneled into this moment.
This made all of it worth it.
She was the prize at the end of the race.
My hands skimmed down her body to her hips, gripping tight, owning her shape, and in one smooth motion, I lifted her, pressing her against the wall.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking behind me, her body molding to mine.
I groaned at the friction. The unbearable heat where my cock lined up between her thighs.
I needed more.
I slid my hands beneath her sweater, hating the feel of cheap fabric against my fingers, despising the layers keeping me from what was mine.
A woman like Marina should never wear anything less than the finest silks and the softest cashmere.
Or better yet, nothing at all.
I pushed my hands under the layers of her clothes. I needed to feel her bare skin.
She was so warm and soft, shivering as I ghosted my fingers up her flesh, over the tiny goosebumps springing up at my touch.
I kept my hands on her sides, my thumbs running against the front of her ribs until they brushed the bottom of her bra. Its cups did little to hide her tight nipples from the touch of my fingertips. She was just as affected by this as I was.
With my thumb and my forefinger, I pinched one of those tight buds just hard enough to make her flinch then moan.
Fuck, I wanted to hear that sound again.
More than that, I wanted to hear her moan in pleasure as she said my name.
I broke the kiss and moved to the slim column of her throat, licking and biting, finding every spot that tightened her fingers in my hair.
“Are you going to be good for me?” I all but growled in her ear.
“No,” she said, breath shuddering through her.
“You should be,” I said. “Good girls get rewarded, and I promise you, I will give you a reward far better than anything in those naughty books you read.”
She gasped as I pressed my body into hers, moving my hand down to her hip to rock her against my cock.
“Please,” she rasped, as she held on tighter to my shoulders. Her thighs trembling around my hips.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” I asked again, then thrust my hips up to give her some of the friction I knew she was craving.
God, I wanted to hear her moan again.
I wanted to strip all of these cheap clothes off of her, lay her down on that soft wool shawl, and show her everything I had fantasized about doing to her.
I was going to claim this woman as my own and leave her far too blissed out in my bed to ever think about another real-life man, let alone a fictional one.
“I—” Her voice broke on another moan as I pressed against her again.
The warmth coming from her body was calling to me, begging me to explore her with my hands and mouth before claiming her as my own.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Tell me what a sweet, obedient girl you’re going to be for me. Tell me you’ll never run from me again.”
Her gaze narrowed, as she tested my patience. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I will put you over my knee and spank you with my belt until you beg for mercy. The only choice you get is if you want to be my good girl or my brat. Either way, I’m fucking this tight cunt of yours until you scream.”
Her pulse raced against my tongue as her hips ground her center against my cock all on her own.
She liked this.
“What’s it going to be, moy zaichonok, my belt or my cock?” I asked as I pulled her sweater up to expose more of her alabaster skin.
Just the faintest hint of her pale pink nipples could be seen through the pale blue lace of her bra.