Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she whimpers. “This is … Is it supposed to feel this good?”
I smirk at the naiveness in her tone. It’s the thing that should warn me away, but it just makes me want her even more. At this moment, hunger runs rampant throughout my body, the urgency turning me into a total savage.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She chuckles but is cut short when I push her underwear aside and stroke up to her clit. The laugh becomes a moan like she can’t get enough air. She shifts up and down, moving her hips in time with my hand, her moans driving me closer and closer to the feral edge. I keep rubbing, putting more pressure against her virgin clit when I hear her moans getting even more urgent.
She grabs my arm, digging her nails in, gasping when I press my palm against her clit and move my finger down to her core.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl, pushing against her wetness, feeling her tightness open for me.
“Hmm …”
“That’s my line.”
She giggle-moans, then leans toward me for a kiss, almost nervously. I close the distance between us, sinking into the kiss as I push my finger inside of her, keeping pressure on her clit all the while. It’s like her body moves on instinct, her hips following the music of our pleasure.
“Your pussy’s going to get creamy for me,” I growl. “Fucking soaked.”
“Oh, oh,” she whimpers. “I don’t … I think … Is this …”
Then she can’t talk anymore. The pleasure bursts out of her as her lithe body writhes against me, chasing the release. I rub her faster and faster, feeling addicted to my ballerina already. She kisses me again as the orgasm entirely claims her, and then she falls back, gasping, drawing in big breaths like she just emerged from underwater.
“I’m sorry,” she says when I slip my hand away.
“Sorry?”
“I don’t think I can … for you. I wouldn’t even know what to do!”
I can show you, I almost say, but I can’t push her. The hunger in me tries to make me do it, tries to make me tell her to get on her knees, open her perfect mouth, get ready to take the bulging end of my cock. Then it’s like she can read the look in my eyes and panics.
“It’s fine,” I growl, consciously trying to change my tone. “Really.”
“Maybe this never happened. Maybe I was sleepwalking anyway.”
“No, it happened. We’re not pretending it didn’t, but I’ll never pressure you, Ania.”
Even if some part of me wants to, I could use psychological techniques to convince her to give herself to me. But I’d die before I did that. It doesn’t make much sense, considering how long we’ve known each other, but I already feel more protective over her than I ever could’ve believed before I held her in my arms, before we kissed, before I heard her pleasure-filled moans.
“Go back to sleep,” I say.
“Are you sure?”
“You don’t owe me a damn thing. Hearing your perfect moans as you gave yourself to the release was enough for me.”
For now, I think, but don’t say.
The following day, I leave before Ania is awake. I have work to do, and being close to her will only make it more difficult to hold back. In another life, I’d happily stay in bed with her all day. As I take a shower, I close off my mind to the memory of her twitching and moaning; at least, I try to. I fail. Fail hard.
I end up pumping my hand up and down my slick cock just like last time, exploding my release all over the shower wall.
Dad is waiting for me on the balcony, where he likes to spend most of his mornings.
“Heading to your meeting with the Bratva?”
I nod. “The Sokolovs and I, working side by side. Who would’ve guessed it?”
“How’s Anna doing?” he asks.
“She’s handling it better than many women her age would. She’s a strong person. Far stronger than she realizes.”
“That’s because she has you to support her.”
“Hmm.”
“What?” he retorts.
“You and Molly … It’s like you’re trying to set me up with my stepsister.”
“Stepsister?” Dad says, shaking his head. “Maybe in name, but not really. I’ve just never seen you like this before.”
“Like what? What are we even talking about?”
“You’re cold, Aiden. You can turn on the charm when you need to. You’re an effective operator, but you’re cold. Except, lately, you don’t seem that way.”
“I’m going to be late,” I tell him, turning away.
It’s like they’ve both gone insane. I don’t know what they expect me to say or think when they make hints like that. I must seem different somehow in a way I’m not aware of. Both Molly and Dad have been dropping hints for a while that they’d like me to find somebody and settle down, but my stepsister?