Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“I’m not angry,” I instantly say to set her at ease. “But fuck, I’m going to have a talk with my sister.”
“I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that. Please don’t talk to Raya. She won’t trust me.”
I can’t even be upset with Raya, because my active sex life was common knowledge. It could’ve come up in any conversation.
Wanting to clear things up, I say, “Yes, I’ve been with a lot of women, but it was just sex, Nina. And never more than once with the same person.”
She climbs off the bed and walks to the bathroom. I get up and follow her, worried she’s upset.
I watch as Nina cleans my cum off her breasts, then she glances at me. “Never more than once?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you date?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Her eyebrows pull together, and she almost looks sad. “Why me, Georgi? I know you’ve told me before, but it just doesn’t make sense why. You’re incredibly handsome and…” She waves her hand over my body. “And strong, and kind, and patient, and…God, you’re everything.”
I hold my hand out to her, and when she comes closer and places her palm in mine, I say, “I could ask the same thing of you, Nina. You’re the one I choose, because I love you. Every inch of you.” I pat the area over the organ that beats for her. “You walked into my life and took ownership of my heart.” I lean down and take her gaze prisoner. “And I wasn’t talking shit to make you feel good. That was the best fucking orgasm of my life. The way you suckled my cock did it for me like nothing has before.”
A shy smile forms on her face. “Okay.”
I point into the bedroom. “Now get your sexy ass in bed so I can return the favor before fucking you.”
When she walks past me, I reach down and grab her off her feet before tackling her onto the bed and kissing her with every ounce of love brimming in my heart.
I get lost in my woman’s body, eating her out until she moans my name, and after rolling on a condom, I kneel between her soft thighs and line myself up with her soaked entrance.
My eyes are locked on her pussy as I push inside her, watching as she stretches around my girth. My lashes lower from the pleasure I already feel, and as she slowly takes every inch, a tremor moves through me.
“What a fucking sight,” I groan, and once I’m all the way in, I lean over her and nip at her mouth. Locking eyes with my woman, I begin to move, taking her in long and steady strokes that quickly begin to test my limits.
I’m used to hard and fast sex, which this is not.
My heart cracks wide open as I make love to Nina, and the bond we share forms a bubble around us, blocking out the world.
Nina’s eyes begin to shine as she trails her fingertips over my jaw, and I see her feelings for me written all over her face before she whispers, “I love you.”
Hearing the words for the first time, I’m overcome with such contentment, knowing that she feels the same about me.
“My Nina,” I whisper as I continue to move in and out of her.
“My Georgi.”
I seal our mouths together, and the kiss is so deep that by the time we come together, I feel like I’ve just had an out-of-body experience.
One where I saw us, our past behind us, and our future ahead of us.
Chapter 31
Nina
Nine days. That’s how long we’ve been torturing Boris and Anton, and I’ve realized no amount of days will be enough.
But I want to move on with my life.
I kept the worst for last, and after I’ve injected them with the serum, I stand back and wait for it to take effect.
The rats scurry and scratch, their hungry squeaks getting louder as time passes.
When Boris and Anton’s breaths begin to race, and sweat pours down their temples, I walk out of the cell to get the cat-o'-nine tails whip. I look at the tiny metal spikes at the end of each leather cord as I return to stand behind the men.
Georgi’s leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes not leaving me for a second.
I reach out to Boris and let the spikes lightly trail up his calf, and his head whips to the side, air bursting over his swollen and busted lips.
“Feel the rats?” I murmur, and it makes him yank against the shackles.
His panic skyrockets, and he flails as I continue to let the spikes trail over his skin.
Boris starts screaming, “Get them off me! No. Vermin. No.”
I move over to Anton and do the same to him, but he doesn’t scream. Instead, he sobs and sniffles, and the stench of his urine fills the air as it trickles down his legs.