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)
"Please, fuck me. Make me come."
I considered teasing her a little longer, but I couldn't wait either. Taking my thumb away from her ass, I grabbed both of her hips and held her still while I fucked her hard and fast.
"Oh, god," she moaned as she buried her head into my blankets.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back up.
"I want to hear every single sound I pull from your body."
It was so fucking hard to hold on, but I would be damned if I came before she screamed my name.
She spread her thighs more, arching her back, taking me deeper as she got hotter and tighter.
"Tell me who fucking owns you," I demanded.
"No one," she said, still defiant.
I fucked her harder, brutally slamming as deep as I could.
"Who fucking owns you," I yelled.
Still she didn't answer. I slapped her ass, pulled her hair harder; still no response other than a fresh hot spill of her juices running down my balls.
I pressed my thumb to her ass again, breaching the tight little hole. "A spanking didn't work, so your next punishment will be me slamming my cock into this tight virgin ass."
"You do," she cried. "You fucking own me. Is that what you want to hear?"
Her thighs shook against me, as I leaned down and whispered, "Good girl," in her ear.
I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. I let her hair go and reached around to her clit. Two quick taps was all it took for her body to seize and her thighs to tremble as she screamed my name.
With a guttural roar, I followed her over the edge, my hips jerking erratically as I emptied myself inside her.
The orgasm tore through me with such force that my vision whited out for a moment, my entire body seized in a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
My heart thundered against my ribs as if trying to break free, blood rushing in my ears as waves of ecstasy continued to crash over me.
I collapsed over her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms, my chest heaving against her back.
Her skin was slick with sweat, our bodies fused together by heat and exertion. I could feel her heart racing in tandem with mine, could feel the tremors still running through her limbs.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
She was fire and fury, defiance and desire, a storm I wanted to lose myself in again and again.
I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, and knew with absolute certainty: I would never let her leave my bed.
CHAPTER 19
VIKTORIA
Moonlight sliced through the curtains, casting long shadows as I scanned the room, mapping my escape route.
Last night, between the orgasm he wrenched from my body, the mental and emotional exhaustion of the day, and the silky decadence of his sheets, I surrendered. Sleep claimed me, deeper than I'd known in years.
I couldn't believe I'd fallen asleep here, in his bed.
Worse—he lay right beside me.
I slumbered next to the man who promised freedom yet imprisoned me.
Life experience hadn't prepared me for this—the aftermath of a violent, claiming encounter. What was the protocol?
Should I have fled immediately?
I'd tried. He refused.
Did he expect me to stay or…wait…why the hell did I care what he wanted?
I needed to leave. That was my decision to make.
Artem slept deeply.
No snores escaped him, just deep, even breaths.
Good enough.
I peeled back the covers, my skin instantly mourning the loss of their warmth as I swung my legs over the mattress edge. All I needed was to ghost across this room, grab my clothes and shoes, dress by the front door, and disappear...at least until he woke and decided what prize to claim tomorrow.
Tomorrow's problems could wait for tomorrow.
My toes barely grazed the plush carpet when his arm snaked around my waist and yanked me back into the bed.
"Where do you think you're going, moya ptashka?" Artem's voice rumbled, thick with sleep.
His little bird. His caged little bird, more likely.
I twisted against his hold. "To the apartment." Not home. Never home.
"No."
One word. Just no. No reason, no explanation, no stated desire. Just refusal.
"It wasn't a question, Artem," I tossed back, struggling against his heat.
"No, it wasn't," he snarled, sliding his palm from my stomach to my breast, pinching my nipple.
He flung the blankets over us, cocooning me in soft heat, and crushed me against his body.
Naked skin pressed against my back, somehow more intimate than everything we'd done before. Perhaps because now, I wasn't the only one exposed and vulnerable.
"Artem, you made your point. Now release me." The temptation to melt into his embrace beckoned. So easy to lose myself in his touch, but what if I drowned there? What if I vanished into him completely? That possibility thrilled and terrified me equally.