Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“You don’t hate me.” He was so close now the heat from his body caused beads of sweat to dot my brow.
“Let go of me, you asshole.” I lifted my free hand and slapped him across the face. My palm stung but, God, it felt good.
“Go on,” he roared. “Hurt me. Give me your pain. Make me bleed if it’ll ease that anger and hurt I caused.” Our faces were so close now as he kept roaring out.
“I hate you,” I screamed so loud my throat became raw.
“You don’t hate me,” he growled. “I couldn’t stand it if you did.” His chest rose and fell hard, as if he ran a marathon.
He gripped my wrist and brought my hand to his face again, forcing me to slap him. Then he raked my nails down his chest so hard I watched in horror as blood started to well from the marks.
“Stop,” I cried out. “Stop it.” I shook my head. “Why are you doing this? Why are you like this?”
“You need to come to the realization that I’m completely fucking infatuated with you.”
His words had everything in me stalling. We both panted harshly, roughly. “Let me go,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m not doing this with you.” His hold on my wrist tightened as he used his body to push me backward until the wall stopped our movements.
Kostya slammed his free hand on the wall beside my head, then lifted my arm he held and pressed it to the wall. He caged me in, and I narrowed my eyes on him.
“I’m not afraid of you, so back the hell up.”
“You should be fucking afraid of me.” He was so close now our noses nearly touched. “But you’re not because you know why.”
My chest was rising and falling hard and fast. I didn’t answer.
“Say it.”
“There’s nothing to say.”
He smirked but it was anything but pleasant. “Say. It.”
I leaned forward that last small space until our lips lightly brushed, but this wasn’t about pleasure. I was pissed and wanted to hurt someone as much as I hurt.
“There’s. Nothing. To. Say.”
We didn’t speak for long seconds, our gazes locked, breathing harsh and identical.
And then he slammed his mouth on mine, and I was so shocked for a moment I stood there frozen. I felt my eyes widen and the breath stalled in my lungs.
He growled against my mouth, “Fucking kiss me back. I know you want to, baby.”
I made a frustrated sound, but it only had him kiss me harder. And when he swiped his tongue along the seam of my mouth, I gasped, opening for him so he plunged inside, stroking me from the inside out.
He tasted better than anything I could have ever imagined, more addictive than I’d ever fantasized. I softened for him, against him, this embarrassingly pleasure-filled noise leaving me.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he murmured against my lips, slipping his tongue back inside, pressing his chest to mine, flattening me to the wall. “Now give me more. Give it all to me.”
I was helpless to stop this, not when it felt too good. I tentatively touched my tongue to his and he groaned in pleasure.
“That’s it. Be my good girl and give me more.”
A shocked sound of breath left me when he pressed his lower body full-on against mine, the massive erection he sported digging into me. He ground himself over and over on my belly, making me feel how hard and thick he was. For me.
“Tell me how beautiful you are.”
I moaned and hated myself for it.
“Tell me how much you mean to me. Tell me how fucking obsessed I am with you.” He let go of my wrist and curled his hand around my throat. He broke the kiss and ran his tongue along the side of my mouth as he whispered, “Tell me you know I’ll fucking kill anyone who lays a finger on you.”
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on the wall, just letting myself feel this. I hadn’t felt good in so long… since he had left, since I was alone.
“I want you to say those things over and over again, and only then will I fuck you.”
He went back to kissing me, and my pussy was so wet that my panties were soaked. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, but it was his words that were like cold, frigid water on my arousal.
I placed my hands on his chest and pushed with all my strength. He growled and for a second kept kissing me, but then moved back, his head lowered as he stared at me with eyes that looked completely black from his desire.
I glanced down to see how hard he was, his cock like a thick, long steel rod behind his sweats, tenting the material obscenely.