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)
The sex wasn’t confined to the bedrooms. Two couples were going for it up against the walls. And dotted around the wide hallway, I could see every stage of the process: people meeting, chatting, flirting, finding a bedroom together. And I could feel the sexual energy throbbing through the air: I’d never realized before that lust was infectious. My skin was hot, and time felt slow, as if we were all in a dream. But at the same time, I was starting to feel urgent and needy: I could hear myself breathing fast and there was a pulse of arousal rolling down my body and becoming wetness when it hit my groin. I glanced at Radimir and saw his gray eyes narrowed and hungry: it was affecting him the same way.
And yet for all the lust, it felt...safe. It didn’t feel like a nightclub or bar where men stalked and hunted and women were prey. And there wasn’t that same suspicion from the women that can so easily turn vicious and sharp. I made the mistake of looking too long at a gorgeous, blond-haired guy with a beard and then an arm slid around him from behind and his partner’s face appeared over his shoulder. I jumped guiltily, bracing myself for the outraged are you looking at my man? But she just smiled and stroked his pec. Are you looking at my man? Yeah, he’s hot, isn’t he?
I blinked and looked away, stunned. Am I supposed to feel like that, too? I saw a few women staring at Radimir and I felt...not exactly poke their eyes out with my heels but there was definitely jealousy stirring in my stomach. I felt like the geek at the cool kid’s party all over again.
Then I looked round and froze. Radimir had locked eyes with a man and was scowling, absolutely furious, his hands balling into fists. I tensed. Was the guy an enemy? One of Spartak’s guys?
Radimir grabbed my hand and very firmly and publicly wrapped his fingers around mine. And it clicked that the guy’s crime had been looking at me.
And as I turned a slow circle, I realized other men were looking at me. A lot of them. I’d been so self-conscious, I hadn’t even realized. When Radimir saw them, he pulled me against him, then rubbed his hand up and down my side, caveman style. She’s mine. And the guys, seeing his Bratva tattoos, went deathly pale and instantly dropped their eyes. My paranoia about being uncool exploded into a deep, warm glow that lit me up from the inside out.
“Let’s find Konstantin.” Radimir’s voice was a low growl, throaty with lust and possessive anger. I nodded mutely and he marched down the hallway keeping me close against him.
But it was impossible to move fast. We had to check every room we passed and there were just too many people standing in the way. And every second we stayed there, surrounded by the soft moans of women and the hard cries of men, I could feel the tension building in Radimir.
We made it to the end of the floor and started up the stairs to the next floor. But progress was getting slower and slower: there were people fucking up against the wall and others watching, and we had to skirt around them. Radimir glared at two more men, scaring them off. Then he looked at me and—
I saw the look in his eyes and gulped. Ever since we got there, he’d been carefully controlling himself. But the atmosphere, the possessive jealousy the other men were stoking, the sight of me in lingerie, it had all finally pushed him past his breaking point.
“They need to know you’re mine,” he hissed. “And mine only!”
He hauled me up the last few steps, spun me around to face him and then his lips were on mine, hard and hungry and brutal, and I melted.
I stumbled backwards, clumsy in my heels, and he used his arm around my waist to guide me. My eyes closed. His tongue sought out mine and danced with it and I was panting, the blood thrumming in my ears as all the pent-up lust took hold. My bare ass brushed cool, painted wood: I was being pressed up against a door frame. His hands came up and took angry possession of my breasts, kneading and squeezing them. My nipples were already pebble hard, pushing through the thin silk, and he growled as he stroked them.
I was lost in the kiss, my hands roaming over the hard muscles of his back as I spiraled up, up, up. He crushed his lips against mine harder, as if he wanted to destroy me, and I pulled him in, needing to be destroyed. He pushed right up against me, and I had to step back with one foot to keep my balance. That opened my legs a little and suddenly he was between them, his hips spreading me, the hard, hot length of his cock scalding my inner thigh. He shifted, and I felt the head of his cock press up against the opening of my lips, the only barrier a few thin layers of fabric.