Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
After balancing his elbows on his knees, he tilts forward and drags his eyes down my body. His jaw spasms when he reaches the sweatpants I stole from Saka last year. I didn’t realize a Russian winter was colder than a witch’s tit, so I only packed a handful of winter outfits. Saka spent months in a desert not too far from Russia. His pants were extra fleecy.
Once Matvei returns his eyes to my face, he says, “I thought we agreed on a dress?”
“I didn’t agree to anything.”
His smile, hooked at one side, makes me question my morals and Saka’s ugly sweatpants. “I’m sure we can find something suitable.”
As he paces to my bursting-at-the-seams closet, I advise, “I don’t live alone. One scream and my room will be flooded with my roommates.”
“I know,” he replies, his tone unruffled. “Though I suspect they might be a little slower arriving tonight.” After digging through my selection of dresses with minuscule hemlines, he slings his eyes to me. “If you want your bodyguard to take his position seriously, I recommend setting firmer boundaries. He needs to know where the line between his work and private life lies.” He pulls out my favorite dress before heading my way. “Take now, for example. Is he fucking your roommate during work hours, or is he off the clock?” I’m not allowed to register my shock, much less let it sink in. “Up. I don’t have a tape measure at my disposal, but trajectories are a strong point of mine.” I’m lost until he murmurs, “A hem long enough to keep you covered while we eat but short enough my pinkie will have no issues toying with your clit during dessert.”
My shudder is involuntary but very much craved.
The wobbles keep coming when he plucks me from the bed as if I’m weightless. He doesn’t leave an ounce of air between us. He hogs every inch, and his closeness turns my brain to mush again.
“Good girl,” he praises when I don’t balk at him gripping the hem of my shirt. “Things will progress more smoothly when you stop fighting me at every turn.”
Unsure which way is up, I blurt out the first thing that pops into my head. “I can’t go out with you tonight.”
He pulls my shirt over my head while saying, “I can accept can’t.” He licks his lips as he drinks in the lacy bra keeping my breasts contained. “Can’t usually means you’re confused, afraid, or don’t know how to do something.” His accuracy of the emotions pummeling me is shocking. “It has nothing to do with what you want.” The tremors making my breaths come out with a quiver drop to my thighs as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants so he can drag them down my legs. His breaths batter my sex as he announces, “Won’t is a phrase I will not accept. It is final. There is no flexibility to the statement. It is a means to an end.”
Desperate to reel in some of the insanity pumping through me, I murmur, “I won’t go out with you tonight.”
Like earlier, he acts as if I didn’t speak. “How long?”
“Until?” I ask, confused.
My knees draw close as he drags the tip of his nose down my panties and inhales deeply. His growl is strong enough to pull my legs out from beneath me, so you can picture how hard it is to stay upright when he asks, “Until I can taste you.”
“I… ah…”
I can’t speak. I’m not one of those girls who can discuss womanly issues without their cheeks turning the color of beets. I still hide my feminine products at the bottom of the shopping cart.
“It’s okay,” Matvei assures me, sensing my unease. “It won’t stop your needs from being taken care of tonight. We just need to be inventive.” As he removes my dress from its hanger, he asks, “Do you have anything in?”
“In?”
Red hot heat gushes through me when he drops his eyes to my panties.
Too shocked that I’m standing before him in nothing but a bra and panties, much less discussing an extremely personal subject, I shake my head.
“Good.”
The spark I mentioned when he grabbed my elbow nights ago cycles through me again as the back of his hand brushes my skin while he glides the slinky material of my dress down my body.
He guides its fall from the middle of my collarbone to my thighs. “It fits you like a glove.”
“That’s why I bought it,” I murmur, my voice finally back. “With my mon—”
He silences me by squashing his finger to my lips. “We don’t have time for that discussion. We’re already late.”
After hooking his thumb into my panties like I’m not wearing a panty liner, he drags the modest cotton material down my thighs before grunting for me to step out of them once they reach my ankles.