Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
His smirk widens before he masks it and pretends like he’s not torturing me in a room full of men.
“Take Adrian with you,” Sergei says, and Kyle nods.
“I’m going too,” I speak quietly, holding in a moan.
“No, you’re not,” Kyle says.
“Yes, I am. It was our wedding. They’ll be more open if it’s both of us.”
“Or more closed off because you’re a woman,” Mikhail asserts.
“Adrian and I will be enough.” Kyle meets my gaze as the vibration intensifies.
My fingers tremble, and it takes all my self-restraint to not moan or whimper or release any embarrassing sounds. I haven’t been stimulated like this in my entire life, and the fact that I can’t relieve it is turning me delirious.
“Rai,” Sergei calls my name, and it scarcely filters through the buzz in my ears. “Are you unwell?”
“Are you?” Kyle reaches my side in two seconds and touches my forehead like a doting husband. I want to knee him in the balls, but I can’t shift my focus from the humming inside me.
I clamp my lips shut as a trail of sweat falls over my temple. I can’t even speak because if I open my mouth, the only thing that will come out right now is a shameful needy sound.
“My apologies, Pakhan. It appears I exhausted her last night.”
I can feel my nerves constricting and the color draining from my face as his words fall on the room like doom.
Sergei and Igor clear their throats. Damien and Kirill snicker, and Mikhail appears like he wants both our heads on the table in front of him.
I can’t believe he just said that.
He didn’t, right? Please tell me what I heard was a figment of my imagination.
“I’ll take her to rest.” Kyle carries me in his arms with effortless ease. I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to because the thing is still vibrating and my legs are Jell-O.
But at the same time, I hate how familiar this position in his arms has become, almost like it was a given.
Before we get out, the vibration increases. I release a squeal and then hide my face in his shoulder, muffling the sound as the toy thrums against my clit.
I bite on his shirt hard as the wave hits me out of nowhere.
Well, hell.
I think I just came.
16
Rai
I muffle my scream with the cloth of Kyle’s shirt as he casually walks me out of the room. I barely register the murmurs from inside, Kyle’s sure and confident excuses, and finally, the guard closing the door after we exit.
That didn’t just happen.
I didn’t orgasm in front of my granduncle and the leaders of the brotherhood.
Just when I’m contemplating the best way to get rid of Kyle’s body, the humming intensifies between my legs.
“Stop it…” I trail off at the moan in my voice. The arousal in it is like nothing I’ve ever heard before.
“Stop what?” He comes to a slow halt at the foot of the stairs and murmurs against my ear, “Bringing you pleasure?”
The heat of his breath and the slight stubble of his jaw against the shell of my ear awakens a different type of friction that starts at my auditory sense and shoots between my legs.
No, this isn’t happening again. Not again.
I wiggle so he’ll let me down, but he only heightens the intensity level at my clit.
“Holy shit…” I exhale, sinking my nails into his shirt.
“Does it feel good?” He smirks.
“Fuck you,” I manage to mutter.
“Not yet, but I can keep you satisfied with my toys in the meantime.” He licks the lobe of my ear, sliding his tongue over it, flicking and biting as if he’s feasting on my tongue. “I didn’t expect you to be this sensitive. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when my dick is plunged deep inside your tight cunt.”
I can’t help the whimper that spills free from between my clenched teeth. I tell myself it’s only because of the toy’s stimulation, but his words add more fuel to the fire.
He says them with sure certainty, as if they’re meant to happen. For him, the question is when, not if, and for some reason, my chest flips at the promise, at the explosive pleasure I now know is waiting for me in the future.
“You’re going to come one more time, aren’t you?” he muses, releasing my earlobe just so he can show me the way he licks his lips.
I try to ignore the view as I shake my head frantically. I’ll be damned if I let him get a hold on me again.
“Yes, you will. Are you picturing me inside you, taking my dick like a good little princess while I thrust into you hard and fast and rough?”
My thighs clench at the image he’s painted in my head. I couldn’t get rid of it even if I tried. It’s so crude, so explicit, and yet my body responds to it in ways I never thought were possible.