Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
She wanted him.
And, fuck it, he wanted her.
“This is insane,” he muttered. Flings, affairs, one-night stands – none of it had ever been a part of his life, and he had never thought it would be until she came along.
Daria swallowed. The way he was looking at her, it was like he was just a second away from losing control and ripping her clothes off her body and fucking her right then and there. “What’s insane?” Oh God, was that her voice? It sounded so...throaty.
The heat in his gaze turned feral, and she just about melted at the sight of it. Oh God, he was looking at her so hungrily now, and she was so tempted to plead with him. Rip my clothes off, like you want to. Like I want you to. Please, please, please!
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he growled.
She did keep looking at him like that, just to see how much further she had to push him before—-
Another growl.
It was her only warning.
Her beautiful Greek stranger had snapped.
One moment they were apart, the next he had hauled her to him, his fingers digging deep into her hair as his mouth crushed hers.
It was the fiercest, deepest, and roughest kiss she had ever tasted.
She couldn’t get enough of it.
There was nothing subtle or gentle about it, the way his tongue staked its claim inside her mouth bold and dominant. But instead of being frightened, Daria reveled in it, eagerly submitting to his authority. Her hands moved on its own volition, making him shudder as she caressed his chest before curling her arms around his neck.
Another powerful shudder racked his large, strong body before he pulled her closer to him, her breasts pressing hard against his chest. Her mind reeled at the feel of their bodies in contact, and more moisture pooled between her thighs as her breasts started to ache and her nipples started to pucker.
The woman in his arms released a sexy little whimper, and the sound nearly drove Nik insane. For a moment, his hands tightened on her plump bottom, an inch away from ripping her dress apart. Only the knowledge that they were in a public place kept him from doing so, and with near inhuman effort, Nik managed to tear his mouth away from her.
He stared down at her, breathing hard, and the look of dazed surrender in her stormy gray eyes made Nik mentally swear. He wanted her so fucking bad, and he had never felt this way before. He still had no idea what made her different, but at this point, it no longer mattered. After that kiss, Nik knew he would not be able to let her go until he fucked her.
“You will come with me.” His hands released her bottom, slowly, almost reluctantly, but one hand continued its journey to clasp her wrist in a firmly possessive grip.
The seriousness in his voice made her want to tease him, and she asked breathlessly, “Should I?”
His grip on her tightened, not enough to hurt but just enough to let her know he would not let her go so easily. “You will come with me and we will finish this.”
Daria gave up playing hard to get. It was pointless, with the way his words had her panties soaking wet. “Yes, Master.” She tried but failed to stop herself from giggling. She was so right about him. Sex did make this guy primitive.
Nik frowned. “What is amusing?”
“You,” she revealed laughingly.
He stiffened.
Aww. The poor man thought she was laughing at him. Shaking her head, she placed a gentle, soothing hand on his chest. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the way you went all Neanderthal on me.” In a deep, gravelly voice, she said, “You come. You follow.” She raised laughing eyes to him. “Got it?” He didn’t answer, but the flush in his high-boned cheeks told her he did.
“Will you come with me then?” he asked stiffly, unwilling to let her know that he didn’t know what to do with her laughter. Her amusement was contagious, tempting him to smile, but he didn’t allow himself to do so.
She said meekly, “Yes, Master.” She paused.
Nik noticed her hesitation. “What is it?”
She gnawed at her lip. “I’m sure you’re not a serial killer and all, but...is it okay if I take a photo of us together and send it to my friend? Just to be on the safe side.”
Nik hesitated a fraction before nodding. It should be safe, he thought. Even if she did have his photo, she wouldn’t have any way of discovering his identity. His security team had made sure that not even Google had any of his photos in its databases.
Daria beamed. “Thank you.” She took out her phone, swiped on the screen, and brought her hand up. “Come closer,” she told him when he only stood stiffly next to her. When he only moved an inch, she shook her head with a laugh. “Haven’t you ever taken a selfie before?”