Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
I’m almost embarrassed at how naïve and innocent I am. What will Viktor think when he finds out?
“When he finds out?” I ask myself, shaking my head.
I’ve been taken prisoner by this man and am still fantasizing about being taken by him?
One of the men guarding my room coughs outside, and I’m instantly aware of the reality of my situation. Viktor is gone, but I’m stuck here in this room, unable to leave until my dad comes up with the funds to buy me back.
And that could be forever…
What if I am stuck here forever?
For some reason, that doesn’t seem all that bad to me.
I can’t say how long it’s been when I finally get up and strip out of my towels, but I can see that the sun out the window has moved. It’s probably midday by now.
There’s a blow-dryer in the bathroom that looks like it cost as much as a car. I stand naked by the sink and go to work on my hair.
My mind is a whirlwind. Visions of Viktor spin around like mini twisters. I should feel terrified, but somehow, I feel safer than ever—damn sure safer than back at home with Dad.
I finish up and turn off the blow-dryer and step back into the bedroom.
And that’s when I see him.
Standing in the door, wearing suit pants and a white tank-top, is Viktor. He’s staring at me, and I’m completely naked.
I should cover myself, but I don’t.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he growls, quickly turning his back to me, and my heart drops.
You don’t want to see me?
I’m quivering all over. Hot pins and needles spread over my body as I stand still as a statue. What do I do?
Viktor’s enormous back and shoulders rise and fall as he draws deep breaths. It’s like he’s gasping, having just run a mile. Maybe he was just beating up a bunch of guys or something?
His enormous fists clench like massive dumbbells at his sides. I can see his veins pulsing through his forearms and biceps.
He’s a far cry from the boys my age I’ve known. My one boyfriend, Josh, was one-fifty soaking wet. We never even kissed. I couldn’t bring myself to. Nothing about him turned me on.
But when I stare at Viktor’s enormity—how he looks like he could tear the entire penthouse down with his bare hands—heat begins to spread between my thighs.
“You don’t have to be sorry, Viktor,” I say softly. “This is your home. I should have been dressed.”
“No.” He shakes his head, still looking away. “This is your home now too. I should have knocked before entering.”
He takes a step forward like he’s going to leave the room but stops himself. Then he almost turns back to me but stops himself again. And that’s when I understand.
Viktor wants to look at me, but he’s holding himself back.
He’s being a gentleman. A mob boss a gentleman? Who would believe that?
“It’s okay,” I tell him. My skin’s hotter now. I’m overheating. God, I’m even starting to sweat.
Thoughts I’ve never had before start to invade my mind. He’s only feet away from me, and it’s like some invisible force is pulling me to him.
My heart pounds heavily against my ribs. I drink in a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
But what do I even have to worry about? Viktor Morelli wanting me? Yeah, right.
I saw the party he was having when Dad brought me here. Countless women everywhere, and they all looked like models. What would he ever want with an inexperienced virgin like me—?
Viktor whirls, and my breath catches in my throat as he snatches me by the waist and with a primal growl, pins me down on the bed beneath him.
His fierce eyes bore holes right through me as I pant up at him, feeling like a helpless prey animal.
“I told myself I wouldn’t,” he stammers, his voice like burning rock. “But damnit, Isabella, I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.”
5
VIKTOR
She will be my queen…
The words have been running through my head since I left the penthouse, and they echo loudly as I stare down at Isabella’s naked body beneath me.
She’s like a woman created by artificial intelligence, designed to drive a man completely insane with desire.
Absolute perfection.
Her face is so innocent. Wide-eyed and still in shock from being lifted high into the air. But she knows I won’t hurt her. I can see it.
My cock jerks between my thighs, grinding against my zipper. She has the breasts of a goddess. Perfect size, perfect shape, with two little nipples like candy that have me drooling.
Her waist and hips curve like she was drawn by an artist. Such femininity.
How could such a brutal bastard like me be blessed with this girl brought to me as collateral?
My eyes move down her flat belly to her little pussy mound, adorned with just a tiny amount of hair. At its center, I see the glistening pink lips framing her slit—