Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Do I have to remind you again that you’re the one who hacked into the computers of a fucking Bratva? My Bratva? You will do whatever the fuck I say, and you’ll be grateful I’m not resorting to other solutions.”
My eyes are locked on Eva’s. I hold her gaze, and I expect her to look away, cower, or try to get away as quickly as possible. But the fear subsides, and her own fury flares as she fights back, her nails digging into the skin of my arms and leaving raw scratches.
I knew she would be a fighter, and the thought makes my blood soar, a heady pulse centered at my crotch.
The moment Eva feels it pressed against her stomach, her eyes widen before narrowing. She doesn’t blush, doesn’t scream, doesn’t push me off. As I lean over her, our faces so close, I can see the way her pupils have dilated, feel the way her chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths.
“Get the fuck off me,” she says, her voice low and icy. But her palms are pressed flat on my chest, and she’s not pushing me away.
“I give orders around here, not you.”
Our mouths are inches apart, nearly brushing, as I say the words. I teeter on a precipice, dangerously close to crossing the line between anger and lust, and I’m not sure which is winning.
I don’t know which I want to win.
“Let. Me. Go.” Eva bites out each word, but her hands bunch into my sweat-soaked T-shirt, pulling me closer even as her words try to push me away.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
My voice is a throaty, rumbling growl, and I realize it’s not a threat. I want her to stay. My body screams to know what she feels like, to claim her body as my own as she gives it to me.
My breath is coming in shallow gasps now, the anger exploding into desire and need so bright it might consume me.
She has one last chance to push me away, to tell me to go to hell and walk out of this room before I can’t control myself anymore. I pull away slightly, giving her the room, the opening.
She doesn’t move, and I can see the fire burning in her eyes. That’s all the invitation I need.
Our mouths crash together, kisses full-mouthed, messy, frantic, our hands grasping, exploring, demanding.
Eva pushes into me, grinding against my rock-hard dick. My growl is so low it’s more felt than heard, and I shove her back against the wall.
Instead of snapping out of it and realizing what’s happening, instead of showing fear, Eva shoves me back before fisting her hands deeper into my shirt and rising to her toes to devour my mouth, her tongue raking against my teeth.
I take just enough time to haul my shirt over my head and strip off her sweater and bra before I’m on her again. Her breasts are perfect, round, and pert, big enough to fill my hands without spilling over. My tongue laps at the stiff peaks of her nipples until she lets out her first moan, then shudders as I brush my thumb against the other nipple, her heart pounding beneath my palm.
That’s what I want. That’s the image I’ve had running through my mind since Eva arrived. I imagined her squirming under me, entirely lost to my power and the pleasure I’m giving her.
My hand finds the crotch of her leggings, and she gasps as my finger runs over the mound hidden within the thin fabric. I drag the stretchy fabric down and plunge my hand into her panties, parting the soft curls to feel her warm, wet folds.
“Oh.” Eva’s mouth rounds, kisses forgotten, and her eyes close as I slip first one finger, then two inside her dripping pussy. The way her head rolls back, the way she presses herself against me, squirming deliciously, makes my breath hitch.
I work her fast and hard, too raw and too drunk on what I feel to be softer or slower. But Eva doesn’t mind, her breath coming in sharp gasps and moans that soon become loud, impassioned cries.
She surges and cries out, her back arching away from the wall, her pussy swelling and pulsing around my fingers.
Eva breathes heavily as the waves of orgasm wash over her, her eyes half-lidded as she stares at me.
“Well,” she purrs, trying to move away from the wall, “that was…”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Before she can say anything else, I’ve shoved her panties down, and I’m working on my joggers. I half expect Eva to push me away again, but instead, she helps me with my underwear, her hand grasping my straining cock with such force the air leaves my lungs.
“Don’t,” I snarl, gripping her wrist. “I didn’t give you permission to do that yet.”