Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Mmmm,” I whimpered, strangling back the full moan. He’d planted a kiss right on my most sensitive spot. His forceful hands trapped my hips and held me still, and then he got to work.
Holy shit. I slid six inches down on the door, my skin squealing on the glass, as heat blasted up my legs. His soft, wet tongue made me squirm and left me dizzy with confusion. Once again, I wasn’t supposed to want pleasure from him. I should be clawing his eyes out, not holding back moans and running my fingers through his soft, thick hair.
“I like that I’m not tasting anyone else’s cock right now. This pussy is all for me. Only for me.”
My eyes slammed shut and I tipped my head back, panting though my open lips. Emotions and sensations battled for attention. Luka’s hands were braced on my waist, and they were the only thing keeping me upright. My trembling legs were made of jelly.
He paused only for a moment. “Repeat it.”
“This . . .” The word was dirty, and I faltered for a moment. “This pussy is only for you.”
Saying it out loud catapulted me right to the edge. Everything was tingling and my heart raced. Need clawed inside, threatening to tear me to shreds.
“Oh, God. Oh, God . . .” I pulled at his hair, overwhelmed as the orgasm bore down.
Luka sucked at my clit, and his fingers dug in, denting the skin on my hips, which triggered my release. The climax was intense. I opened my mouth to cry out, but the pleasure stole the sound from my voice. I arched my back, my body possessed, and then I slammed back into the glass with a loud bang.
I groaned as the last wave passed, and reality came back into focus.
He wasn’t kneeling anymore. Luka stood over me, watching every breath I took intently. There was no outward reaction. His eyebrow didn’t hint at displeasure, and his mouth didn’t lift into a soft smile, but I sensed his satisfaction. He’d enjoyed making me come.
It wasn’t a reward for what we’d done in the bedroom, I was fairly sure. This had been about power. He was ensuring I was still under his spell.
“If I let go of you,” he said, “will you fall? Your legs are shaking pretty bad.” He didn’t use a patronizing tone, but the edge lingered and was further proof of how much he liked having the upper hand.
“I’m fine,” I said, pushing off of the glass to stand. It took an enormous effort not to sway, but I did it.
He released me, yanked open the shower door, and gestured. “Get in.”
I hesitantly stepped in and was relieved when he shut the now-fogged door behind me. Both the shower and the bathroom were well lit, and I was horribly uncomfortable being naked in front of him. It was something I was going to need to get over. As a doctor, nudity would be necessary, but that was different. It wasn’t sexual nudity.
I couldn’t put myself in that mindset here. Everything about Luka was sexual.
The shower was tiled with pretty green and blue glass accents, and there was a low ledge on the wall opposite the shower head. It was just big enough to consider it a seat. The water was hot as I stepped under the steady stream and closed my eyes.
How long would he give me to shower? Long enough to make sense of all the shit that just happened?
No. Cold air wafted as the door swung out and my eyes fluttered open to see a fully naked Luka step into the shower. I scrambled backward and turned away to stare at the wall. “What are you doing?”
“Saving time. We’re having dinner with my father in an hour.”
My gaze burned a hole in the tile. “What?”
Of course he didn’t say anything. I pictured him with an annoyed look plastered on, not wanting to repeat himself when I’d obviously heard him. Which I had, but it didn’t mean I understood. He wanted to hold me prisoner here, and meet his parents?
There was a quiet thud, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him set my shower caddy on the ledge.
“You won’t talk during dinner,” Luka said. “Answer questions if he asks, but that’s it.”
Since he couldn’t see me, I made a face.
Stupid. I should have guessed he’d know. Maybe my body language had given me away. I found myself spun around and my back flattened against the wall. He loomed above and his face was deadly serious.
“This is fucking important, you understand?” He looked . . . different. Holy hell, he looked concerned. It was such a strange fit on him. “My father’s an asshole. He’s mean, and cruel, and decisive, so you won’t say a goddamn word, or he’ll make you regret it.”