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 pressed my shoulders back, lifting my chin. I wasn’t going to fight him, but I wasn’t going to make this easy, either.
His eyes flicked over my body, dark and considering. Then, slowly, he closed the space between us.
The first touch of the cloth against my skin sent an unexpected shiver through me.
I thought he’d be rough. Quick. That this was about getting me clean, nothing more.
His touch was gentle. Too gentle.
It wasn’t just a scrubbing, it was an exploration.
He started with my hands, fingers tracing my knuckles before sliding up to my wrists, then my elbows, then my shoulders. The soft cloth dragged over my skin, but I could feel him beneath it. His grip firm, fingers pressing just enough to leave me hyper-aware of every shift in his touch.
I stared at the water swirling down the drain, dark with dirt, trying to focus on anything but the way my body reacted.
Then, his hands moved across my collarbone. Down my chest.
He took his time, too much time, paying special attention to my breasts.
I tried not to react. Tried to pretend my traitorous nipples weren’t hardening beneath his touch, aching for something more.
“You don’t have to fight me.” His voice was pure temptation, smooth as whiskey, dark as sin. “This would be so much easier if you let yourself have what you clearly want.”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.
My knees felt weak. My stomach clenched, warmth pooling low.
He laughed. The sound soft. Amused. Infuriating. “Liar.”
Then his hands were everywhere. He gripped my shoulder, turning me effortlessly, pressing me against the still-chilled tile while he dragged the cloth down my back.
I bit my lip as he worked the tension from my shoulders, his fingers pressing deep, massaging out every knot as if he owned my body.
Lower.
Still lower.
I knew where this was going, but I couldn’t stop the small, involuntary moan that escaped when his fingers dug into my lower back, right at the base of my spine.
He heard it.
I knew he heard it.
Because his touch slowed and became more deliberate.
I squeezed my eyes shut as his hands slipped lower to my ass. “I’m not having sex with you again.” The defiant words lost their sting when they barely came out as a whisper.
CHAPTER 21
MARINA
He exhaled slowly, the sound dragging over my skin like silk. “Are you sure about that?”
His voice was so dangerously soft, it gave me another full-body shiver.
“Yes, it was a mistake. It should have never happened, and it won’t happen again.” My words didn’t even sound convincing to my own ears.
“We’ll see about that.”
The silence stretched between us as his strong fingers massaged my scalp as he shampooed my hair, getting rid of all the clinging mud.
He then took his hands away and turned me around again. “Your turn.”
He put the washcloth in my hand.
“What do you want me to do with this?”
“I washed you. It’s only fair that you do the same. After all, the only reason I was this dirty in the first place is because you threw a tantrum.”
“No.” I tried to push past him out of the shower.
He slammed his hand against the wall, blocking my path then taking my wrist and putting the washcloth in my hand before laying it on his chest. “I insist.”
Maybe if I just did it quickly, he would let it go?
I scrubbed his arms and his shoulders and then down his chest to his abs, avoiding his cock that was now rock-hard, pressing into his lower stomach.
My eyes went anywhere but his body. I couldn’t look at that. I knew if I did, it’d be over. Memories of how he felt inside of me were too fresh. I meant what I said about not sleeping with him again because it was a mistake, but that didn’t mean my body didn’t want it.
There was also a part of me that was terrified of his cock.
There was no way that massive thing could fit inside me again. I remembered the way it burned as it stretched and filled me.
Kostya put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down, silently forcing me to my knees.
Where I still avoided the hard cock that was inches from my face. From the corner of my eye I could see it twitch, beckoning me to wrap my lips around it, but I wouldn’t.
I refused.
I did what he told me to do. I ran the washcloth over his thick thighs down to his powerful calves, ignoring the way my core clenched and the way his cock bobbed, begging for attention. I pretended not to see the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip, or the way the veins bulged, pulsing with his heartbeat.
His voice was a soft growl as he gripped my chin and forced my gaze up to his. “You know what I want, babygirl.”