Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
My pussy clenched around his fingers.
I couldn't stop it. The way he took control was just so damn sexy.
He let out a low chuckle, and my cheeks burned.
"Do you want your reward, or do you want to be punished for being a brat?" he asked, curling his fingers and pressing into my G-spot.
"I'll be good," I said, holding back a shudder of pleasure.
He let go of my hair and slid his fingers from my body.
Immediately, I missed them both.
He pulled me up to my feet and without even thinking about it, I made a break for the door.
I was four feet from freedom before he was on me.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his body, gripping the back of my neck.
His lips slammed onto mine in the most intense kiss of my life.
The world around me spun as he demanded my submission, and I gave it to him, opening my lips to his, letting him claim my mouth.
I was right. He tasted like raw power and dark chocolate.
I wanted more, but all too soon, he broke the kiss.
"I was going to let you come with my fingers deep inside you, maybe even lick that pretty little pussy until you screamed my name. But now..." He clicked his tongue as he walked us back to the bench and took a seat. "Now you only get what I give you."
Artem pulled me down to his lap, forcing me to straddle one of his thighs as he ripped open my shirt. The buttons scattered across the floor.
His hot mouth was on my breast in a second, and a shiver of need ran through me, a gasp escaping at the contrast of his warm lips against my cold skin.
His hands moved to my hips, his fingertips digging into the fresh welts and bruises, giving an edge of pain to the pleasure that ramped it up to something sweeter.
He sucked my nipples, laving each with his tongue, driving me crazy. I needed more.
He wouldn't give me more. This was another punishment.
I rocked on his thigh, and the most delicious pleasure rolled through me.
Artem let out a low purr, and I took that as permission.
Humiliation heated my cheeks but need burned through my veins as I ground my pussy on the soft wool of his suit. Rocking forward each time to give my clit the friction it needed.
It wasn't enough. I needed more.
"Artem," I begged. "Please, I'll be good, but I need—I need…" Pressure built in my core, but it still wasn't enough. God, I should have hated this man, but instead, I was riding his thigh, begging for his cock. How did he do this to me? I didn't understand.
His hand slipped between us, and two fingers went inside my aching pussy, stretching me, filling me in the most delicious way possible. His thumb pressed on my clit as his mouth assaulted my breasts.
In seconds, I was crying his name as I came apart on his fingers, my body convulsing in waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
The second I came down from the incredible high, I climbed off him, shame burning through me.
He had made me ride his thigh—no, that wasn't true.
I had done that on my own. I knew it, and from the look on his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement, he knew it too.
He had spanked me, humiliated me, and how did I respond? I rode his thigh like my life depended on it while begging him to fuck me.
My hand flew through the air, ready to slap the smug smile from him.
Artem caught my wrist and used it to pull me into his body.
He lifted his fingers, dripping with my juices, to my mouth and ran them over my lips, painting me with my own come.
I should have been livid, but I couldn't even breathe as I watched him.
Then he kissed me again.
This time, he tasted like power, dominance, and the sweet, tart taste of my submission.
He swept me off my feet and carried me around to the side of the bed, laying me on it gently.
The rigid outline of his hard cock strained against his pants. He needed relief, and I was ready to provide it.
"One day, you'll thank me for keeping you alive," he said before he turned his back on me and left, slamming the bedroom door behind him.
Leaving me shivering, humiliated again, and absolutely furious in the dimly lit room.
Then I heard the click of the lock...
CHAPTER 14
VIKTORIA
When I woke up, I was cold and very alone.
My eyes welled with tears as I remembered the events of the night before. The humiliation of him picking me up, the cold shower, the hot spanking. Riding his thigh like some wanton slut, topped off by the rejection that left me shivering in the silk sheets, chilling me far more than my wet hair.