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)
“Show me what I’m working with. Give me a look at the pussy I own.” He pumps his cock faster when I scrunch up the hem of my coat, push my panties aside, and then place my phone between my legs. “You have such a pretty cunt, Natalya. Pink and wet. My favorite combination.” A ball of pre-cum sits at the crest of his cock when he says, “Strum your clit in rhythm to my strokes. Pretend it is my tongue.”
I forget that the hands of a deceased man are in the box next to me and the chance of the same thing happening to Tyler is a high probability when I roll my thumb over my clit.
I’m so sensitive, one swipe almost vaults me out of my seat.
“Slow, purposeful strokes, Natalya. Strong enough to feel but gentle enough to stave off the urge to come until you’re sitting on my face.”
“Matvei…” His name is more a moan than a grumble.
Tingles become more and more certain as flames ignite low in my stomach. I am hot to the touch, and the image of Matvei stroking his cock sends ripples of pleasure surging through me, but it isn’t the sole cause of my imminent detonation.
His voice is.
As he swipes the ball of pre-cum from his cock’s head with his thumb, Matvei answers, “Yeah?”
“If you don’t want this over before it truly starts, don’t speak.” I roll my clit, moaning when it sends a thigh-shaking spasm across my abdomen. “You could be doing something as boring as reciting the online phone directory, and I’d still fall into ecstasy before you reached Aaron Abraham’s number.”
He laughs, which makes what I am saying even more gospel. “Then it’s lucky you’ve arrived, isn’t it?”
When he tucks away his erection, my eyes shoot to the fogged window next to my head. I gasp when I spot the service entrance of his family hotel.
How the hell did ten minutes pass so fast?
“Move, Natalya. I’m waiting for you.”
As I slip out of the car, my hair as wildly uncontained as the heat on my cheeks, I reply, “I thought you were going to meet me at the elevator?”
“And risk half my mother’s staff losing their hands when they mistake my erection as something they instigated?”
I stupidly smile. I don’t see murder as a gimmick. It is the fact he took my threat literally that has me grinning. “Good point.”
“You need to scan your eye,” Matvei announces when I jab my thumb on the elevator call button again, hurrying it along.
“Huh?”
His grin would have you convinced he finds daftness cute. “Your eye. Place it in front of the retinal scanner to gain access to the elevator.”
“How am I already in the system? You knew I was coming only ten minutes ago, and you haven’t left my view for even a second.”
That’s a lie, but since I’d have to admit I used the time to help his target slip his net, I run with it.
“You’ve been in the system for months.”
“Matvei…”
I’ve barely gotten over my shock that he’s given me access to a security system only members of his family use before he scrambles my emotions so well, I have a hard time knowing right from wrong. “Shut the fuck up and scan your eye. I’m not a patient man.”
I jump to the command in his voice, and the elevator dings open even faster than that.
“Take the elevator to the second floor, and then use the emergency stairwell. The exit is two doors from my office.”
The sneaking around part of our exchange is as enticing as the need in his voice. It feels risky and naughty, and it has my heart beating a million miles an hour.
“Are you wet for me, Natalya?”
“Yes,” I answer, the dampness between my legs incapable of being denied. “Are your hands still twitching?”
My knees touch when he says in a gravelly tone, “Very much so.”
As I push open the emergency exit stairwell door, my phone buzzes, announcing I have a text message.
“Ignore it,” Matvei demands upon noticing my distraction.
That’s easy for him to say. He didn’t receive a message that announces I can end my ruse now if I want. Jax and Tyler are in the open, moving to an unknown location. I’m just having a hard time reining in my libido. Trapped in a trance, I’m as desperate to be beneath Matvei as I am to have him hovering over me.
After a pause nowhere near long enough to give my options the consideration they deserve, I ask, “Left or right?”
Matvei’s deep rasp bounds out of both my phone and a door close by when he replies, “Right.”
This is where I should disconnect our call and scamper home with my tail between my legs. Instead, I hook the box under my arm, settle my nerves with a quick exhale, and knock on the frosted glass door of Matvei’s office.