Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
He looked at me like I belonged to him. Completely.
“You were perfect,” he said.
The praise came quietly, spoken with calm certainty, and the approval in his voice sent a warm flush through my body despite the soreness still lingering beneath my skin. I held his gaze, unsure how to respond to the simple statement yet unable to deny the way my heart reacted to it.
Without warning, Alexei pushed himself up. The movement had the blankets slipping from my body, exposing me as well as his bare body. I couldn't stop myself from admiring his broad shoulders and powerful muscles that shifted beneath his tattooed and scarred skin.
He noticed me staring at him, probably sensing how much he turned me on. I saw it in his dark gaze as he looked at my face then lower to my breasts, along my belly, and settled between my spread thighs.
“Mmm,” he hummed and dragged his thumb along his lower lip as if he were remembering the taste of me on his tongue. “Look at you… still dripping with my cum. Spread those thighs wider for me. Let your husband see what he ruined last night.”
And then he rose from the bed in one smooth motion. My gaze followed him automatically, drawn to the sheer strength in his frame and the memory of how that strength had pinned me beneath him last night as he made me orgasm.
Heat pooled low in my stomach before I could stop it, but the spell was broken when he crossed the room without hesitation, completely unashamed of his nakedness and the fact his cock was semi-hard. He opened the bedroom door and bent to pick something up. When he shut the door and turned, he held a tray of food. The rich scent reached me immediately, aromas of warm bread, freshly cooked eggs, bacon, and strong coffee filling the air.
My stomach tightened with sudden hunger as he set the tray on the bedside table.
“You should eat,” he said. “You’ll need your strength,” he added in a low, deep voice, as if picturing exactly why I’d need sustenance.
He reached for me before I could move, sliding one arm behind my back and the other beneath my legs, lifting me from the mattress as though I weighed nothing at all. The sudden motion startled me, and I grabbed his shoulders instinctively, my pulse jumping as he carried me to the table, sat down, and placed me on his lap, both of us stark naked.
“What are you…” I didn't know what to say.
“Shh, let me spoil you,” he said, his voice steady as he stared at my face. “Tolko moya.” Only mine. “Ty prinadlezhish mne.” You belong to me.
I knew some Russian, a necessary tool in our world, but I wasn’t familiar with the terms Alexei just said. But the way his voice deepened and his gaze became heavy-lidded told me whatever they were, they sounded deeply possessive.
The room was neither hot nor cold, but I felt my skin flush being pressed against Alexei’s hard, warm body. And when he picked up the fork and held it in front of my mouth, my pulse jumped.
“Open for me,” he murmured. The command was quiet, yet there was no mistaking the expectation behind it.
I obeyed, unable to look away from him and the magnetic pull he held.
Alexei fed me slowly, one bite at a time, watching my mouth with careful attention as though he were mesmerized by the way my lips formed around the fork.
The intimacy of the moment felt overwhelming in a way that surprised me. This was the same man who had taken me with ruthless force only hours earlier, yet now, he handled me with steady patience, making sure I ate and drank as though my comfort was as important to him as his own satisfaction.
After the final bite, he set the fork aside, pushed the tray away, and studied me again, his gaze moving slowly over my face before dropping to my naked body.
His hand slid possessively between my thighs again, two fingers stroking my sore entrance as if checking that his claim still remained. “No one else will ever touch you here. I’d burn the world down first.”
Before I could ask what happened next, he carried me toward the bathroom attached to the suite. He set me on my feet, and I curled my toes against the cool stone sending a chill up my legs.
I was silent as I watched Alexei go through the motions of starting the shower, gathering the towels, and selecting the toiletries he’d use. Steam quickly rose, filling the space, but my sweating had nothing to do with the humid room.
It was Alexei’s raging hard-on for me that had me hot and wet.
“Idi ko mne.” Come to me.
He crooked his finger, and I didn't need to understand him to know what he wanted.