Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Then, I’ll whisk her back to my home and truly make her mine. I’ll have her screaming my name in a matter of seconds. I shudder against the thought, and she pulls me closer to her, chasing that feeling with me. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. I’m rock hard against her, not that she’ll be able to feel me through her dress.
Would she even know what to do with my erect member? No, I’m sure she wouldn’t. I’ve met her mother at community events, and she’s the kind of woman who’s trained her daughter to keep her legs closed until marriage. The poor girl. No wonder she’s so willing to be swept into this romantic fantasy. She’s probably bursting at the seams to be touched by a man.
When she’s truly mine, I’ll give her all the pleasure she can handle. I’ll show her every second of every day how much I truly desire her. I’ll show her the ways of pleasure and unlock all of her secret desires. Now, though, I enjoy the way she rubs herself against me, unaware of how much she’s lighting me on fire.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kat
Everything about this situation is wrong. I’m losing myself to a man I don’t know, letting his tongue invade my mouth. My thoughts drift to less-innocent activities. I want him in every way possible. But this is wrong. It’s my wedding day. He isn’t my fiancé. He’s the head of a billion-dollar conglomerate, and he has dangerous eyes.
And then a darker part wonders – is this some kind of cruel prank? How can a man who looks like that be interested in a girl like me? I know I’m not the ideal size, not what Ivan is probably used to. Mama has told me time and time again that I am never going to be a model in a magazine. So what’s Ivan’s angle? I’m suspicious of his intentions, though I can’t take my hands off of him,
I imagine he’s a hell of a better kisser than Niko. The way his tongue moves so effortlessly into my mouth, I can tell he’s a pro at this. He knows what he’s doing and how to leave a woman breathless. I didn’t expect my first kiss to feel this way. I didn’t expect it to leave me so absolutely without my senses.
Of course, when I was younger, I’d fantasized that kissing Niko would be like this. There was a time, not so long ago, when Niko was my fantasy. But I knew he’d never want me on his own volition, who could? As we grew up, though, and I grew more into myself, I knew intrinsically that Niko would never give me the life I wanted.
Thoughts like that would horrify my mother. Her only goal in life is to be a trophy wife, and that’s what she’s tried to drill into me. She doesn’t care that I want to graduate from college, and maybe even pursue a graduate degree. Her dream is to make me the perfect bride, the perfect trophy wife. My job is to shut up and serve.
But that’s not who I am. I’m not a girl who’s going to blindly follow her husband around and give him whatever he wants. I do have aspirations higher than marrying well. I have a vision for my life that doesn’t include Niko. That’s not a life I can ever hope to gain, though. As long as I’m the daughter of Dimitri and Oksana Mikhailov, my only role in life is to marry well and be the perfect, obedient girl they raised.
The girl they raised would not be in a bathroom with a much older man, being swept away by his lips. They would be horrified if they could see me now. I should push him away, should knee him in the groin the way Papa taught me. Papa would be furious if he found me now. He’d probably murder Ivan Sidorov on sight. This should be the happiest day of his life, but his daughter is screwing it all up.
It’s not like I asked this man to kiss me. I didn’t invite him into my space. But I don’t push him away, either. I don’t knee him in the groin the way Papa taught me because something inside of me, on a sick, animalistic level, doesn’t want him to stop. I want him to ravage me.
Because what’s the harm of having a little fun before I give up all my hopes and dreams to marry Niko? This is a victimless crime. As soon as I get what I need from this man, I’ll straighten myself up and go back to Niko. I’ll walk down the aisle and do what’s expected of me. I deserve to have this one moment of fun, don’t I?