Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Look how eager you are, you beautiful little slut,” he whispers in my ear. “Go ahead, take my fingers. Open your legs and take what’s yours.”
My cheeks burn but I open my legs, my eyes screwed tight. I know what I need and in that moment, it seems he’s the only one in the world who can give it to me.
The feel of his hot, rough palm on my inner thighs. The stinging burn on my ass. My throbbing clit and aching breasts. Every primal cell of my being screams to be dominated by him, to follow this large, alpha beast of a man who I know will ruin me.
His fingers tangle in my hair with the first stroke of his touch against my pussy. The bold flare of sensation makes me whimper. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m moving my body for more of his touch, pushing my pelvis against his hand.
“Such a bad girl. Got a spanking and now wants to turn her punishment into pleasure. That’s not how punishment works, Aria,” he tells me even as he continues to stroke my pussy and make me lose the ability to think.
His hardened length presses against my belly. He likes this as much as I do, probably more.
My hips jerk. I’m going to lose my mind.
“Don’t you dare come. If you come before I tell you, you’re in so much fucking trouble. It’s our wedding night. You’ll come with me. We’ll come together.”
I would think it weirdly romantic if I wasn’t so consumed with warring thoughts of fleeing and surrendering. It seems as if my entire body, mind, and soul are wrapped up in the throbbing between my legs. I can’t speak or think beyond my need.
When he stands with me, I’m half-delirious. A throw rug and blanket lie before a roaring fire, warming my naked skin. Flames flicker and I feel so warm and cozy except for my sore ass pressed against the soft blanket.
Mikhail’s eyes bore into mine as he presses his weight against me and pins my wrists above my head.
“Tell me you liked your spanking, little hacker.”
I open my mouth to protest, but realize I don’t want to lie. I hold his gaze as I give him the truth. “I loved my spanking. That felt fucking amazing.”
The dark flame in his eyes warns me before he spreads my legs with his knee. My wrists are immobile, my body pinned beneath his.
“Good,” he says in a low growl. “I’ll let that language slide this one time, but you’ll watch your mouth. Finally some truth out of you. I knew you’d come alive under a firm hand.”
Oh, did he, then? Ahhh!
I feel his hot, thick cock at my entrance. Panic sweeps through me.
“Birth control. I don’t use birth control.” Why would I, when my sex life has been as dry as the Sahara? “Mikhail,” I say haltingly. “Wait. Please.”
“Yes?” He bends and kisses the hollow of my neck.
“Would we…do you…I don’t have birth control.”
He growls and bites my neck. I hiss in a breath when he lowers his weight on me, effectively pinning me in place. “There will never be a barrier between us. Ever. Marrying me was your first payment to me. The second will be bearing my child.”
Why have I not suspected as much? I’ve barely had time to think this through, to formulate a plan.
No birth control.
Children?
“Are you a virgin, Aria?”
I shake my head and hold his gaze. Will he dislike that I’m not?
“Believe me, it was nothing special,” I mutter.
Narrowing his eyes, he leans down and presses his chest to mine. “Good. That will save me having to hunt him down and erase the memory of you. There will be none after me, Aria. None.”
I’ll give him anything if only he’ll take me to where my body longs to go. There will be none other than him.
I moan in pleasure as he finally slides his cock in my pussy. I’m so full I can’t breathe as he stretches me and my pussy hugs his cock.
The first stroke feels like magic, as his hips thrust and my body’s engulfed in flame. The scent of pine and leather. The flickering warmth of the fire against my skin. The sound of my heavy breathing and his in the stillness.
He glides in and out effortlessly. I wish I knew Russian because I’d give anything to know what he’s saying now.
“You come with me,” he says with another firm thrust. “Are you ready to come, Aria?”
I nod my head and say something that sounds like an affirmative, but’s really not much at all. I can’t speak beyond the way my pulse races and my needs are firing.
“Tell me you’ll obey me,” he says with a hard thrust.
“I’ll obey,” I say, the first wave of pleasure rippling through me.