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)
She answered me by tightening her fingers in my hair and pulling my lips back to hers in an intense kiss.
I let her have control for a second, gave her a moment to explore my lips, and then I took control back.
My hand slid down her body to her tight, round ass as I pulled away from the wall, taking her with me.
Still devouring her lips, I moved her over to the bed, laying her down and moving on top of her after shrugging out of my suit jacket, pressing my weight onto her slight frame, pinning her to the mattress.
Even fully clothed, she was devastatingly beautiful.
Her eyes were blown wide, the deep green of her irises barely visible around the darkness of her pupils. Her lips were a darker shade of pink from my bruising claim, drawing my attention as they parted on ragged breaths. Her cheeks flushed the most beautiful shade, heat blooming beneath her skin, spreading down her neck like the promise of something sinful.
And her hair—fuck.
Her golden strands fanned out over the pillow beneath her, an angel’s radiant, tangled halo, the angel I had always imagined her to be.
My angel.
And I was about to taste her body, which was built for sin.
“Kostya,” she moaned.
Fuck. The way she moaned my name all breathless and needy was almost enough to break me right then and there.
I dragged my lips down the column of her throat, lingering at the delicate flutter of her pulse, tasting the heat that rose beneath her skin.
She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, nails biting into my scalp as I moved lower, tracing the swell of her breast with my tongue, catching a taut peak between my lips, nipping and sucking through the thin lace until her breath hitched.
Her thighs clenched around my waist, her body shifting instinctively, seeking friction. But I wanted her desperate. I wanted her writhing. I wanted her utterly ruined.
With a slow, deliberate slide, I kissed my way down her stomach, pausing to savor every tremor that rippled through her as my tongue traced along the dip of her navel. I was determined to taste every inch of her.
Her hands fisted in the sheets as I moved lower, brushing my lips along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as I pulled her yoga pants and panties off her. I exhaled, letting my breath tease over the place she needed me most, and she whimpered, her hips lifting, begging.
“Kostya, please,” she gasped, her voice broken with need.
“Shh, babygirl,” I murmured, pressing a kiss just above where she ached. “Let me worship you properly.”
Then I parted her with my fingers, baring her to my gaze, my mouth watering at the sight of her glistening, swollen, ready for me. I dragged my tongue through her slick heat, tasting her as if she were my last meal, and fuck, she was perfection.
Her body jolted, a sharp cry spilling from her lips as I circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her, driving her higher. I wanted to watch her fall apart, to feel her come undone against my mouth.
I flattened my tongue, pressing harder, licking, sucking, devouring.
She twisted beneath me, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate pants the closer I pushed her to the edge.
And then I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she shattered, her back arching, her hands yanking at my hair as she came with a sobbing moan of my name.
Mine.
I kept going, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until she collapsed against the sheets, boneless, ruined.
But I wasn’t finished.
I licked my lips, savoring her taste, and looked up at her with a wicked grin. “You taste like sin, angel.”
And I wasn’t nearly done worshiping her.
Her hips rocked against me, seeking more, and I swore under my breath, my restraint hanging by a thread. I reached down, my fingers finding the zipper of my trousers, ready to free my cock and sink it deep inside her tight—Crack.
A sharp, blinding pain exploded at the back of my skull. Right where that fucking officer had slammed his baton.
White-hot agony seared through my vision. My body seized.
And then nothing.
The world went black.
CHAPTER 8
MARINA
Kostya went limp.
His full weight collapsed on top of me, unmoving.
For half a second, my brain short-circuited.
Then reality slammed into me.
I threw the lamp aside, its base clattering loudly against the floor. My breath came fast and erratic. My pulse pounded in my ears, so loud it drowned out all logic.
Under any other circumstance, the press of his massive body pinning me down would have been the kind of fantasy I would have let myself indulge in.
But right now?
Right now, I needed to get him off me and get the fuck out of here.
I pushed. Shoved. Nothing.
He was dead weight.