Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I might have groaned it out loud, but paid no attention.
His punishing tempo made it hard to breathe, and then his filthy words caused it to stop all together.
“I wish you could see how good it looks, watching your ass eat my cock.”
Jesus! My stomach twisted, and the muscles low in my belly contracted, and it was enough to catapult me into my release. I screamed as I came, my voice hoarse and dry. The room was a sunbaked desert. Luka’s heat had sucked all the moisture from the air.
He followed me into my orgasm. His hand clenched tight on my shoulder and he convulsed, pulling himself from within me right as he started to come. Thick, heated liquid struck my clit, and flicked onto the backs of my legs, dripping down as he gave a tremendous sigh.
“Fuck!” His cry of satisfaction was intensely hot.
It took us both several moments to recover. When his breathing was under control, he set about undoing the bindings at my ankles. As he freed my wrists, his mouth was on mine, kissing me seductively. His languid kiss was the most powerful one in his arsenal. He helped me rise up off of the bench, and then lifted me up in his strong arms, tucking me against his chest.
Luka carried me into the bathroom, where we showered together under the stream of hot water. Would it scald away the filth he’d put on me?
I hoped not.
It was buried under my skin, too deep to come clean. He rubbed my aching shoulders, and massaged away the marks left by the cuffs. My eyelids grew heavy as he shut off the water and handed me a towel, banding another one around his hips.
“Stay here.” He pushed open the shower door and disappeared.
The exhaustion in me whined. I wanted to collapse into bed, not go another round, which was what I assumed was going to happen. I eyed the small seat in the shower. If I sat down, would I still be awake whenever he returned?
The door swung open. “Come on,” he said.
Surprise made my feet clumsy and I tripped as I stepped out, latching a hand onto his shoulder.
His eyes widened. “Okay?”
“Fine.” Although, not really. Luka held out a long, white bathrobe for me. I glanced from the soft, fuzzy looking garment to him, and back again.
“You’re always cold.” He said it plainly as he helped me slide it onto my shoulders, then tied the sash at the waist. He kept his grip on the ends and bound me in place. “You won’t sleep in this room anymore.”
My pulse quickened. “Where am I sleeping?”
Luka’s eyes were black ink. “With me.”
“Why?” I had to lick my lips to combat my dry mouth.
“Because this part of your training is over.” He tugged on the ends of the robe, cinching it tighter and pulling me close. “Monday we start a new phase.”
“Which is?”
“You go back to class.”
π
I was back two weeks before we had our first issue. I settled into my new routine almost seamlessly. Vanessa drove me to class and stayed with me wherever I went, and after school was over, she delivered me back to the house. I never considered escape. I told myself I was in it for the long run, until Luka truly let me go.
It’d been weird at first with Vanessa, but Luka said she was there for my protection as much as his. If word got out that he was handling his uncle’s finances, his family’s enemies might show interest in me. That was scary as hell, but he reassured me I was fine. The likelihood was microscopic, and Vanessa was working for him to support her amateur MMA career. She made an excellent bodyguard, he’d said.
Bodyguard.
I didn’t ask, but Luka volunteered the information. When his cousin had gone to prison, the Russians saw an opening and took it. Every month they pushed further into Markovic territory, both the guns and sex trafficking business. It turned my stomach, and I was overwhelmingly relieved when he didn’t offer specifics. No wonder Luka wanted nothing to do with his uncle’s real trade.
Despite my fear, the arrangement with Luka worked out better than the first half of the semester, because I had my own space to work without Avery around, a chauffeur, and a personal chef. Whenever I was working on homework at night, Luka either left me alone or sat quietly beside me, on his iPad or phone.
It’d been more of the latter this week. We tended to gravitate toward each other. I’d sit on the couch in the office while he worked at the desk, and when I was done, he’d take me upstairs to what had become our room.
Not every night was filled with sex. A week after returning to class, my period arrived. Luka and I stayed up late, just talking. He seemed fascinated by my boring, normal life. We had conversations about all sorts of things, but he’d only let me pry so far before finding other uses for my mouth.