Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“You were made for me, Rosalie. Whether you like it or not.” His hands land on my legs, his thumbs digging into my inner thighs.
Romantic words that I don’t require. Or want. “I don’t need a seduction, Alexei.” We have to be on the same page.
His thumbs dig in more, certainly bruising me, and he spreads my legs. “You think this is a seduction? Baby, you’ve been with the wrong men.”
I tighten my hold on the comforter to keep from falling back. “Then what is this?”
He ducks and runs his face along my abused thigh, ending right back up where he started, sucking my clit into his mouth.
Electricity arcs through me, even singeing my ears. Then he goes at me with teeth, tongue, lips, fingers—showing absolutely no mercy. My arms begin to tremble and then give out. I fall onto my back.
With a pleased hum against me, he grips my butt with both hands, squeezing and bringing me off the bed to his mouth. It’s too much. I’m so close, God, he’s good at this. I can’t think. Every time I’m right there, he changes his angle or bites me, stopping the orgasm right as it awakens. He’s brutal. Devastating. Infuriating.
My head thrashes on the bed, and I blindly reach for a pillow to shove over my face. The men in my boarding house might be mostly deaf, but I’m about to scream. I know it.
If he lets me.
At least three fingers inside me, twisting and turning, he bites my clit.
I shriek into the pillow, detonating into shards of me that might never fit back together again. Shocking wave after wave barrels through me, sparking the world into fire. He forces me to ride the flames until I finally come down, my body limp and weak. Even then, he licks me, getting his fill. I shudder, unable to move. Unable to stop him. Finally, he releases me and stands, removing his belt. Then his jeans and boxers.
I can’t think.
He grasps my thighs and flips me over, yanking me back onto my knees. My hands struggle to find purchase on the destroyed bedspread. His fingers bruise my hips. “Rosalie? You asked what this was.” He shoves into me with one brutal push.
Pain that rapidly turns to white hot pleasure explodes throughout me. One I’ve never felt before. God, he’s huge. Overwhelming me.
He leans over, his mouth at my ear. “This is a claiming.” He bites the shell of my ear and stands, gripping my hips. Then he doesn’t move. Just stands there, in full control of us both, his cock pulsing inside me. I can feel the demand. The control he has is terrifying. A shiver licks up my back, trying to warn me. But it’s too late.
Deep inside me, deeper than he is, I know it’s too late. For what, I’m not sure. Not yet.
Need builds inside me, and I can’t believe his strength. Control is the only word for it. How is he not moving? I can help but clench around him.
A growl emerges from behind me, and a light triumph fills me. I do it again.
He pulls out and pounds back inside me. Once and again . . . then stops.
On all that’s holy. He’s not human.
It has been at least seven years for him, and he’s ruling his body. And mine. I could never do that. I clench again, trying to get him moving. The need inside me has stolen my breath, and I ache in a way that can’t be healthy. “Alexei.”
He leans over again, licking the slight wound he left on my skin. “What is this, Rosalie?” he rasps, his warm breath heating my ear.
I shiver. No. Nope, Not playing that game. Nope. I clench again. I can’t let him win this one. It’s too important, even though I barely understand the parameters. It isn’t a game. Gut instinct tells me that. If I can just get him moving, he’ll be swept away as fast as me. I know it. I move forward and then slam back against him.
His sharp intake of breath gives me hope.
Then he grabs my hair and yanks back, forcing my head up and my back to bow.
I can’t move an inch. Not at all. From this angle, I feel him even deeper inside me. His grip unrelenting, he reaches around me with his free hand and palms my breast before pinching my nipple.
Hard.
I gasp, my thighs dampening. No. Not me. I’m not a girl who likes pain.
He reaches over and palms the other breast. I suck in air, holding it. He chuckles and the sound is dark. Then he pinches, twisting viciously.
I cry out and then quickly bite my lip. All I need is for somebody to hear me and come looking. Burning fire flashes from my breasts to my pussy. Nothing matters except how I feel right now. What I have to have. There is nothing else. Need has turned to a desperate craving. I don’t know myself right now. That hurt . . . and I liked it. At least my body did. “Alexei,” I whisper jaggedly.