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)
I understood his aura, now. I’d realized as soon as I saw him destroy those two men. It wasn’t just power. There were other men who had more money and controlled more territory. Some men controlled whole countries. But Radimir didn’t just have the power to have you killed. He had the strength to end you himself and that gave him an unshakeable authority like I’d never known. It was what made him a monster. It was what made me feel so protected by him.
Movement drew my eyes down: he was unbuckling his belt. My gaze locked there, hypnotized, as his pants opened and his cock sprang out. It strained upward, naked and primal against his respectable business suit, and I swallowed. God, he was big. Thick and long, the shaft rock hard, the satiny head gleaming with a jewel of pre-cum. Nerves fluttered in my stomach.
He put his hands on my ass and tugged me to the very edge of the counter. I opened my knees, and he stepped forward between them. I heard my breathing notch higher, my eyes flicking between his face and his cock.
He pulled a condom packet from his pocket, tore it open and rolled the condom on. Then he put one hand on the small of my back to hold me in place and brought his cock to my sopping pussy. I swallowed as the arrow-shaped head parted my lips. “Go—Go slow,” I begged.
His cock twitched, as if the sound of me begging excited him, and I caught my breath as he slipped up and down between my slickened lips. His eyes blazed but he gave me one of those curt little nods. Then he angled his cock and—
I felt my mouth open into a wide, red ‘O’ as he pushed into me. Just an inch, just enough for the head of him to open me. He shifted back, pushed forward again, gliding between my soaking lips, and the pleasure trembled outward, feathery-light and delicate. He stopped, letting me get used to his size, and the pleasure became an ache: I could feel him, hard and hot and primed, could feel where he’d be, and I began to shift and rock, wanting him.
He growled low in his throat, feeling my neediness, and moved both hands to my ass. Then, as he held me in place, he slowly pushed into me, inch by thick inch. The pleasure tightened, becoming heavier, darker, and I grabbed his biceps as he stretched me. More. My toes danced as he slid deeper, the pleasure turning silver edged as he filled me. More. My legs came up, hooking around him, my back arching. More.
I felt the root of him press up against my lips. He was completely buried inside me and I could feel every twitch, every pulse of him. My hands slid up his arms and stroked his chest, desperate to pass on some of the sensation. My hands worked at his tie but it took me three attempts to loosen the silk. Every tiny shift of my body moved me on his cock, sending tight waves of pleasure outward through my body like ripples on a pond. I panted: thinking became slow and difficult, and I had to focus on each shirt button as I undid them. Then I was smoothing my hands across his chest, pushing his shirt aside. My fingers traced blue-black tattoos: stars and words in Cyrillic and a rose wrapped in barbed wire. There was a whole story there, written in symbols I didn’t understand about a world I didn’t know. It was starkly, coldly terrifying. They kill people. But his muscles were deliciously warm and ruggedly hard. I ran my fingers over his nipples, pink and big as silver dollars...
He changed his grip to better pin me in place, his thumbs in the creases of my hips and his fingers spread across my ass. Then he slowly drew his cock from me and I gasped at the long, silken pull. He moved back until the head almost slipped from me and then drove back in deep and I bit my lip at how good it felt. He pulled back again and now he wasn’t going slow anymore…but by now I wanted—needed it hard.
He began to pump at me, harder and harder, and I hooked my chin over his shoulder, my mouth opening wide again as the sensations overwhelmed me. Every time he pulled back, silvery pleasure earthquaked out from every millimeter he’d touched. Every time he thrust deep, that pleasure heated, glowing brighter and brighter.
My legs tightened around him, shamelessly pulling him inward. His hips pounded between mine, making my breasts sway and bounce, my nipples skimming his chest and making me gasp. I grabbed for his shoulders, his muscles like rock under my fingers, and just hung on as he fucked me, the pleasure getting tighter and hotter, my orgasm close. I was going to come right there on the counter. How was I going to stand there serving customers, after this?