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)
The first strike landed clean, a perfect pink stripe across her exposed ass cheek.
She cried out in shock and pain.
I shifted my hand from her throat to cover her mouth, careful not to block her nose so she could still breathe. The last thing I needed was some nosy passenger or train employee banging on the door asking questions. Especially since, given the mood I was in right now, I’d be more likely to fire a bullet through the door than to answer.
The belt lashed her delicate flesh again. And again.
Each time, her body squirmed and writhed in my embrace as her hands clawed at my forearm. Her ass cheeks clenched in anticipation of the next strike.
“Push out your hips and unclench your cheeks or I’ll throw you on that bed and whip your pussy instead.”
Her tears wet the back of my hand as she obeyed.
The moment her slender back arched and she pushed the sweet curves of her ass out, I whipped her with my belt.
Again, she screamed and cried against the palm of my hand.
I dragged the leather down the center of her back, over the welt blooming on her right cheek. My hand came off her mouth. “Are you going to tell me what I need to know, moy zaichonok?”
She sniffed as her tearstained eyes flashed in defiance. “Fuck you.”
I huffed out a low, dark laugh. "Not yet."
The next strike was harder. A delicious sound tore from her throat, something caught between pain and pleasure. Her hips rolled, just the faintest tilt. Seeking.
I was certain she didn’t even fully understand how her body was responding to the punishment; it was evident in the next words she spoke, ground out through clenched teeth. “I hate you.”
"You can say you hate me all you want," I mused, running my fingers over her hot skin. "But your body tells a different story."
She trembled, hands flexing at her sides. Clearly, she wanted to push me away but couldn’t bring herself to.
I tossed the belt onto the bed and switched to my palm. The belt hurt more, left deeper marks. But my hand let me feel the heat I’d coaxed from her flesh.
My palm met her skin in a sharp slap. Her body jerked, then melted. A low moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it. She clapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning.
I grinned, dragging her back against me, letting her feel the proof of exactly how much she affected me. I rubbed the hard ridge of my cock through my trousers against her sore flesh.
She trembled, but her silence told me everything I needed to know.
I slid my hand back around her throat, forcing her gaze to meet mine in the dark reflection of the window. "One last chance. Tell me what’s in New York."
Her breath hitched.
I could feel the exact moment she decided.
"Go to hell," she whispered.
I laughed, low and dark, my grip tightening as I brushed my lips against the rapid pulse in her throat, a ghost of a touch. “Oh, babygirl. You should know by now, I’m already there.”
A threat. A promise.
I sank my teeth into her delicate earlobe. “And now…you're coming with me."
CHAPTER 14
KOSTYA
After tonight there would be no going back.
This wasn’t about the last few months.
It was about years of restraint, of fighting against the fire clawing through my veins. Years of forcing myself to look away when all I wanted was to devour her with my eyes. Of telling myself she was off-limits—untouchable. A temptation I couldn’t afford. A mistake I couldn’t make.
But the hunger never faded. It only grew sharper. Darker.
Now she was too close.
The past too heavy.
And I was done pretending I could resist.
Done pretending I even wanted to.
Rubbing my cock against her ass, I skimmed my hand along the curve of her back to cup her cheek, enjoying the soft hiss through her teeth as my fingers pressed into her punished skin.
I grasped the hated red thong and twisted until the flimsy fabric snapped. From this point forward, only lingerie I purchased and approved would hug her body.
I then slipped my hand between her thighs.
Her body stiffened. “Kostya, don’t…”
My finger glided along the seam of her pussy. “You take orders from me, babygirl, not the other way around.”
My taboo fantasy girl was wet from the spanking I’d just given her. Christ, it was every erotic dream I’d ever had about her come to life.
Her fingernails dug into my forearm as I pushed one finger deep inside of her.
She was so damn tight. Too tight. Virginal tight.
I ran my mouth against the side of her throat, rasping, “Did you save this sweet pussy for me, babygirl?”
She gasped but didn’t answer.
I increased my grip on her throat, to remind her who was in charge. “Answer me.”
Her palm slammed against the glass window, shoving back in a weak attempt to dislodge me. “Not for you,” she spit out through clenched teeth.