Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Ivan.” I lift my hips, my sex grazing against his cock.
“I can’t get the thoughts to stop. For so long, I’ve said I would never be like my father. Obsessive. But here I am thinking about doing things I shouldn’t.” He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head with one of his. The other one guides the head of his cock to my entrance.
It easily slips inside of me. I’m soaked—not from my orgasm but Ivan’s possessive words. He’s always saying them. I don’t know if he thinks it’s going to make me run, but he has to see that all they ever do is turn me on more.
“Would I be your little sex slave?” I nip at his bottom lip, knowing I’m playing with fire now, but it’s my fire. Only I get this from Ivan. Everyone else is getting the cold while I get the burning heat, and I want it to consume me.
I hate it too. Each day I walk out the door to go back to my stupid job, but I’m starting to see that it’s not only me that’s looking for security. It’s Ivan too. The people who were supposed to love him only ever caused him pain. So much pain that he’d locked all his emotions away.
“You’d be my everything. Don’t you see that?”
My eyes lock with his. “I want nothing more than to be your everything, Ivan,” I admit.
“You already are,” he growls before he thrusts all the way inside of me.
My lips part to let out a small scream, but he kisses it away. Soon I start to kiss him back as the pain fades. He lifts his mouth from mine and starts to press gentle kisses all over my face.
“I feel so connected to you,” I say.
“You’ll always be connected to me, Sunshine.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. I lie beneath him, still pinned to the bed as he takes full control. He’s the master of my body now. I don’t have to think or do anything. I only have to feel as Ivan takes all that control he loves to have. “You’re taking all of me.” He thrusts in and out faster.
My orgasm is starting to build again. Moans pour from me. “Ivan, please—” I start to beg.
“No begging. I’ll give you what you need. Always.” His fingers slip between us, going to my clit. His thrusts become harder. The sound of the bed jerking fills the room along with my moans. “Come for me,” he orders.
My body obeys. I scream out his name as the orgasm hits me hard. Ivan lets out a loud groan, pushing all the way inside of me before his whole body goes still. Warmth spills into me. He nips at my neck between kisses. My sex flutters around his cock, the orgasm still coursing through me. His hips buck as he releases every last drop inside of me.
He keeps me pinned beneath him. My hands are still locked above my head, his cock lodged deep inside of me. All I can feel is him. He’s all around me. There is no escaping Ivan.
I tempted his obsession, and now I’m the object of it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
17
Ivan
“You think you’re really cute, don’t you?” Rae pulls on the silky tie that has both her hands secured to the bed.
I didn’t know I had kinks until her. I knew some of the men in my world went to very exclusive clubs to act out those desires. I’d been given an invitation more than once, but I’d never been tempted. I didn’t want to see other people fuck. It sounds a bit messy, but to each their own. With Rae, though, I rather enjoy messy when it comes to our sex life.
Seeing my release spill from her cunt mixed with the tinge of blood that first time I’d taken her was a beautiful sight. One that I’ll never forget. She’d given me a gift.
“Cute? I thought you said I was handsome.” She rolls her eyes, but a smile pulls at her lips. One that melts more of the ice that courses through my veins.
I’m thankful that her smiles are no longer forced. Each one I get I know is real. I think most of the world believes her smiles are all real. While Rae is full of light and sunshine, she also uses it as a shield. If people think you’re happy, they don’t tend to pry.
“You agreed last night to be my everything. That means no more diner.” She lets out a long sigh. “Are you changing your mind?” She chews on her bottom lip. “You don’t love working at the diner. I don’t understand. I want to take care of you. I need to take care of you.”
“Why do you need to take care of me, Ivan?” she asks, no longer pulling at the binds of her wrists.