Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Christ.
“Let’s wash this blood away.”
He stood his ground. “You should be sleeping.”
“How can I sleep when I’ve been worried about you?” She stared up at him with those wide, innocent eyes and he couldn’t take it anymore.
Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her and pushed her back against the wall. Next to the hole that he was likely going to feel bad about tomorrow.
Licking his lips, he stared down at her. He was a sweaty, bloody mess. But he wanted her in the worst way.
“I’m going to give you one more chance to walk away,” he told her. “To get away.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Not even if I tell you that if you stay, I’m going to take you against this wall right now.”
Her mouth parted and she started breathing heavier. “Is that meant to make me leave? Because all it does is make me want to stay.”
Alexei let out a deep groan. He knew that he needed to make sure she was ready to take him. He wasn’t a small guy. Setting her on her feet, he stripped her quickly. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt that he recognized as his and a pair of panties. The T-shirt went over her head and on the floor. Then he crouched to remove her panties. He leaned in and kissed the top of her mound.
“Were you in bed with Salem?” he demanded.
“Yes.”
“He fuck you bare?”
“He, um, no,” she said. “I had a bit of a sore tummy so he didn’t, um, fuck me.”
“What?” He reared back to look up at her. “You’re sick.”
If anything could dampen his anger, it was the idea of his girl being sick or in pain.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t Salem message me?” He was going to kill that bastard. He was always going on about honesty and communication and then he went and kept this from him?
Not good enough.
“I’m fine.” She held her hands up. “Really. Don’t tell Roman, but I think it was his kale salad.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Kale? Seriously?”
“Yeah. He thinks I need to poop more. I don’t.”
“You’re sure? You wouldn’t lie?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Because if you did lie about this, I’d spank you every night for a month.”
Her eyes widened. “I swear.”
He studied her for a long moment, but she really seemed to be fine. And he really wanted to eat some pussy.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he demanded before he grabbed one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. Without warning, he took a long lick of her.
Fuck. Yes.
He didn’t waste any time, he needed her to be nice and wet so he could fuck her as hard and deep as he needed to.
He played with her pussy until she started to let out sharp cries of need, until her entire body tightened and she screamed as she came.
Then he stood and lifted her again, pressing her back against the wall. He drove himself inside her. She let out another cry and he paused, worried he’d hurt her.
Fuck.
Could he hold himself back?
He should have sent her away.
“Don’t stop! Please, God, don’t stop!” she cried.
“Don’t worry, Bunny. I’m not.” He fucked her like his life depended on it. And, in a way, his sanity kind of did.
He needed this. To feel her. To have her close.
“Please, please, please,” she cried and he reached down with one hand to flick her clit. Her breathing grew faster, matching his own and then she came, pulsing around him.
So damn good.
So fucking breathtaking.
He couldn’t hold back anymore as he came with a low moan of pleasure. He stood still, holding her against him, trying to catch his breath, to pull himself together.
“Bunny, are you all right?”
“I’m not sure. I think you might have fucked the brains right out of me.”
He chuckled. “I wish I could stay here like this, inside you, all night long.”
“You can if you want,” she told him.
“What?”
“Salem does it.”
“What?” he repeated.
“Yeah, occasionally at night, he likes to go to sleep with his cock inside me or he slides inside me during the night. Also, sometimes he has me sit on his cock while he’s working. Or warm it with my mouth.”
“That bastard never told me that,” he grumbled. So much for communication and honesty.
“Oh. Was he supposed to?”
“Would have been nice.” He slid her off his dick and turned to set her down.
“You’re bleeding!” she cried.
“It’s stopped.” He looked at his knuckles.
“No, down there.” She pointed at the one place a man never wanted to bleed. But that blood wasn’t coming from him.
Ahh. That explained the sore tummy.
His poor girl. Although orgasms were meant to help with period pain.
“Bunny, that’s from you,” he said gently as he took in her horrified face.
“What? No! It can’t be!”
He frowned. Why couldn’t it be? And why was she looking even more concerned? Oh, maybe she’d never had sex on her period. Made sense. A lot of women and men were weird about that.