Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Abruptly, Sevastyan turned away, closed the door and pointed to the chair. The woman took off her robe, folded it and placed it on the chair. A man sat in a deep armchair just outside the door. The woman turned her head to look at him. Sevastyan said something, and at once she stiffened and turned back to him. Flambé realized that like the other woman Sevastyan had chosen, this one had a partner. He didn’t tolerate any interference. If they were with him, they focused completely on him. Her partner wasn’t alone in watching. Many others had drawn up chairs. Flambé counted herself lucky that no one had put theirs in front of her spot.
Sevastyan left the woman standing alone and naked while he inspected a variety of colored ropes hanging on shelves. Eventually he chose several charcoal and brown bundles. He shook the charcoal one out and ran it through his hands as he walked around the woman, talking softly to her. She nodded to him several times. He touched her neck and she leaned into him. Flambé found that small movement very telling. Sevastyan could create intimacy with just his voice and the lightest of touches.
The woman was bound and tied in an elaborate corset and leggings with her breasts and sex framed just like in the pictures in Cain’s office. Done in charcoal and brown rope, the knots intricate and beautiful, the work was fascinating. Flambé found it captivating and gorgeous against the skin of the woman Sevastyan worked on. His expression never changed, not when he whispered to her in reassurance and not when he suddenly tightened the ropes. Her expression would change, going from a kind of rapture to shock and pain, settling back to rapture.
In the end, Sevastyan spun her body away from him and once more took her from behind, his body moving hard in hers, lasting a long time, while she seemed to cry out over and over in bliss. Again, it was her partner, after Sevastyan loosened the ropes, who removed them and comforted her, while he simply walked away without a backward glance.
Flambé found herself sitting back on her heels breathing hard, one hand going up to her throat protectively. She didn’t know the first thing about that kind of wild sex, and she didn’t want to know, did she? But she dreamt of it. No, not of it. Not of the sex. Of him. Of Sevastyan. She was more obsessed than ever. There was no getting him out of her head. She needed that kind of sex. Raw. Hot. Rough. Pure fire.
She had gone back to the club repeatedly because she had to work. Cain didn’t allow anyone other than her to come there. He said he would prefer the work to take longer rather than risk a violation of his clients’ privacy. Cain spent time with her, bringing her coffee, talking with her while she worked, and she liked him. Once or twice she even felt a brief stirring of interest, but it faded quickly. Both times she found him looking at her speculatively, but he never tried to push her into agreeing to any of the sexual offers he made her.
She stayed late most nights and realized Sevastyan only came every couple of weeks and there was no pattern to when he might show up. When he did, he commanded the attention of everyone by his presence alone. She wasn’t the only one obsessed with him. He never seemed to notice or care if others were around or watched him. He always chose a woman who had a partner who would care for her. The women he’d tied vied for his attention, but he didn’t use them more than the one time. The only person she ever saw him speak to was Cain, and then only briefly in the hall. They seemed to be friendly enough. Flambé wasn’t about to ask Cain about him or show interest at all.
In the end she decided one night of crazy sex with Sevastyan would get her over her obsession. He never spent more than one time with a woman. Never. He barely looked at her. So really, it would just be sex, not even a night. She couldn’t do it at a club. She was fairly certain of that. She had to figure out a way to casually meet him. She tried to find a nightclub he might frequent, or a bar. Someplace she could go where she might be able to run into him and then be flirtatious enough that he would do his thing and walk away. One time. That should be enough.
She was very committed to saving her species. There were so few of them. They had also been reaching out to the Arabian leopards, slowly bringing one or two into the country as well. It was a very slow process, getting the right elders to help them. She didn’t have the time or energy to be in a relationship and she knew a man like Sevastyan Amurov was not the kind of man to be in a loving committed relationship, so the sex was going to be wild and crazy and one time. She didn’t trust male shifters at all and she wasn’t about to be in a relationship with one.