Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Would she take this chance, give herself to him, or would she run?
He’d chase her if he had to, because Viktor wasn’t going to let her walk away.
8
Karina had left the party with Viktor, her employer, her nerves waging war inside of her. She wanted him, but she was also afraid of these feelings. They were strong, consuming, and she didn’t know how this would end.
She wasn’t a virgin, but she also didn’t want to be a notch in his bedpost.
Now she stood in his apartment, the lavishness what she’d expected given his position in life. He removed his jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch. The lights were on, but were dimmed, making everything seem hazy and dream-like.
They stood across from each other, only several feet apart, neither speaking, neither moving. Her heart was beating fast and hard, her nerves right at the surface.
The arousal that she’d felt when Viktor had touched her consumed every part of her. She still felt his hands on her, felt the heat, the arousal... the control and power. The last thing he’d said before they left was he wanted her naked in his room, and on her knees sucking his cock.
That’s all she had been thinking about on the limo ride to his place, all that kept her from saying anything else.
You’re really doing this.
Karina was still so wet for him, embarrassingly so.
“Come here, Karina,” he said and held his hand out. She moved to him without fault, slipped her hand in his, and he pulled her into the hardness of his body. He was so muscular, the tendons and sinew so pronounced that she felt so feminine with him.
“You remember what I said I wanted from you before we left?”
God, yes.
Karina nodded.
Clenching her thighs together because she was so wet it was almost uncomfortable, she closed her eyes and just tried to focus.
“Are you ready to do that, Karina? Are you ready to be mine?” She nodded again.
He led them out of the living room, down a hallway, and finally they were in his bedroom. It smelled like him: woodsy, masculine, erotic. He let go of her hand and moved over to the edge of the bed but didn’t sit down. Instead he undid the button of his slacks, his focus on her while he did it. He pulled the zipper down slowly, as if he wanted to make it last. “Come here.”
She did as he said, and when she stood in front of him, only a foot separating them, he reached out and slipped the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. He then went to her side, found the zipper and pulled that down.
She clenched her arms to her sides, holding the dress up and feeling every part of her tense and shake.
“I want to see you. Let the dress fall, Karina.” His voice was so hard, so controlled and commanding that she found herself doing what he said instantly.
When the dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet, she couldn’t think, let alone breathe. She wore only a pair of panties, and the chilled air moved along her exposed breasts. His focus was on her chest, and when she glanced down she saw his straining erection.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Karina.”
And she believed him. By the tone in his voice, his hard cock, and the way he looked at her, she knew he was being genuine.
He removed his shirt and tossed it aside, and then got rid of his pants. There he stood in nothing at all, his cock huge, and making her mouth dry. For a few seconds all she could do was stare at him. His skin had this golden hue, and his body was so defined she didn’t think a man could be so muscular.
He had no hair on his chest except for the dark trail that started right below his navel and met with the trimmed thatch of hair surrounding his monster dick.
“Take the panties off, Karina.”
She found herself doing just that, and before she knew it, she was standing there just as naked as he was.
Of course, she had dreamed about this moment, but she’d never admit that, not to him, or even to herself out loud.
He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her. He was like steel between his thighs, thick and long, and the drop of pre-cum at the tip told her exactly how worked up he was.
“I said come here, Karina.”
She moved toward him, her knees feeling like they’d buckle. “On your knees, baby.”
With slightly shaky legs, she lowered herself to the ground.
Looking up at him, his cock between them, the tip becoming more covered with pre-cum, she knew this man would forever change something in her.
For a second all he did was look at her face, but then as the time ticked by he lowered his gaze to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, but they felt like they got even harder the longer he stared at her.