Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
He mock-scowled, grabbed my wrists and pulled them up above my head, then trapped them there with one powerful hand. He shifted his body, using his muscled weight and Oh God, suddenly my hips were pinned to the bed, too, and I got that roller coaster drop of helplessness.
No. We hadn’t lost it.
With his free hand, he reached down and rolled my nipple between finger and thumb. He drew the stiffening bud up to hardness and then pinched with just the right amount of roughness. The pleasure expanded and turned silver-edged, and I moaned into his kiss, his lips spreading mine and his tongue plundering me. He didn’t give me a chance to recover: he began fucking me with long, hard strokes, rolling my breast in his hand and pinching my nipple on each thrust. The waves of pleasure began to come faster, a new one washing through me before the last one had drained away, and with his lips on mine I couldn’t gasp or moan, I had to kiss it out, my lips frantic on his, our tongues dancing. As the pleasure built, I tried pushing upwards just a little with my wrists and went heady when he didn’t let them lift at all.
He began to fondle and pinch my other breast, leaving the first one to bounce, super-sensitive, against his chest as he fucked me. His thrusts sped up, becoming fast, brutal pumps, and the pleasure expanded, a pink cloud that filled every inch of me, shot through with silver crackles of lightning every time he pinched my nipple. God, I’d never felt so ruthlessly taken: the weight of his body, holding me down, the hard fingers tight on my wrists, his girthy cock pistoning inside me and that brutal kiss, his stubble scraping me as his lips made me his. I had a sudden flash of what we must look like, with his muscled hips spreading my thighs apart and his tanned ass rising and falling between them. The pleasure tightened and heated, a scalding storm ready to explode.
He broke the kiss for a moment. Licked at my aching, straining nipples. “You drive me insane,” he told me in a throaty, Russian growl. “I’m never going to stop fucking you.”
I was getting close and the words pushed me closer still. The feeling that he was right at the edge of control, and that it was me that was doing that to him...it made me buck my hips, grinding my pelvis up to meet him on every thrust. The waves of pleasure were slamming through me, now, filling me faster than I could control. I felt myself start to tremble—
“Come for me,” he said. “Let me feel you go crazy around me. Wife.”
My legs came up and scissored around his ass, pulling him into me, and then I arched my back and began to spasm around him. He gave two more hard thrusts and then buried himself, kissing me deep as he came in long, shuddering streams inside me.
61
BRONWYN
We lay naked and entangled for a long time, even when we started to get cold, because neither of us wanted to move. But Gennadiy, despite all his money, didn’t seem to believe in heating his house at all and we both started to shiver. Radimir stripped the bathrobe off my arms and pulled me naked under the covers and that was much better.
Outside, we heard the FBI and police finally leave. A freezing gray rain began, hammering the windows until the outside world was just a distant blur.
“Alexei,” I said. It was the first time either of us had spoken in a while.
Radimir reached down and stroked my hair. I was lying on my side with my head resting on his chest so I couldn’t see his face. “What about him?” he asked guardedly.
“Why won’t you get back in touch with him?”
A sigh from above me. “I already told you.”
“You explained who he was,” I said gently. “You told me why you broke apart. But you never explained why you can’t reconnect.”
“It’s been ten years. Why would I want to reconnect?”
I blinked, then craned my head back to look up at him. “Because he was your friend. Your only friend!”
He smoothed my hair again, but I could feel the tension in his hand. “I have my brothers. That’s enough. I told you in New York: people like me don’t get to have friends.”
I raised myself up on one arm so I could look at him properly. “Everybody needs friends.” I searched his face. Reran his words in my head. “You think you don’t deserve friends?” I said quietly. “Because of what you’ve done?”
He looked away.
“Radimir…” He glared stubbornly at the window. “Radimir, look at me.”
He reluctantly turned to me.
“You think you don’t deserve friends, like they’re a reward the universe drops in your lap? That’s not how it works! Having friends isn’t easy, it’s hard. Asking for help is hard. Admitting you’re wrong when you’ve argued is hard. Being there for someone is hard. And it’s okay that it’s hard, that’s what makes it worthwhile. Do you know what I think?”