Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
He gave me his thrall look. “Indulge me, and I will indulge you.” Did he mean financially? Or sexually?
Because I was drunk, I answered by burying my face against his neck and inhaling him. “Your scent drives me absolutely wild. If you ever got me in your bed, I’d probably just roll around in your sheets and masturbate.”
He groaned. “I never want to stop seeing that in my head.”
When I dragged my head back to face him, his hooded expression made me shiver. I rubbed his chest, loving how his muscles twitched in response. “You must work out.”
“Religiously for the last year.”
“Lemme guess,” I said drily, “you just aren’t hot enough?”
“I work out to focus my mind, not to affect my looks. You are obviously attracted to me,” he said, as if my attraction was all that mattered.
“Cocky much? What if I was faking?”
“You were too aroused to have feigned that. And I would wager you thought about me when you got off today.”
“Yep. I did, a few times. In the shower, I fingered myself and came so hard my knees buckled.”
“Mercy, woman!” he said again, his cock jerking beneath me. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
Oh, but I do. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m a smidge hammered. Will you take care of me?”
Curt nod. “Without fail.”
I grinned at him. “I like that. You won’t take advantage of me? I don’t want to have sex with you.”
“So you have said.” His tone held a hint of disbelief.
“I’m not looking for an affair—even if you wanted a longer arrangement.”
“What are you looking for?” He seemed very curious about my answer.
“A man to prove himself to me.” I could say those words believably. Even though I knew my hurdles were simply too high.
“Then I won’t fuck you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you. I need to give you pleasure so much I ache.” He reached for me.
“Here?” In the Carousel? We were alone in this darkened area, but for how long?
“Here.”
CHAPTER 11
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Dmitri grazed the backs of his fingers over my jawline, then down my neck. “You could not be lovelier.”
I trembled as he traced my collarbone. His hand continued lower. He unzipped my dress until my breasts threatened to spill out—exactly the way I’d imagined when I’d designed it.
His hot hand slipped inside, cupping me. I arched to his touch, and he bit out something in Russian. I could have sworn I’d heard his name at the end.
Was he talking to himself? My question and concern dissipated when he rubbed his thumb over one nipple. Jolts of pleasure shot through me as he rolled the peak, lightly pinching. Then harder.
With a last tug, he moved to my other breast and kneaded it. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
I let one knee fall open.
He ran his other hand up my inner thigh. Higher. He brushed his knuckles along my sensitive skin. Higher. He reached my wet pussy. “You’re not wearing panties?” he snapped. I thought he’d be delighted—not infuriated. “Which man was to enjoy this surprise? The one you were dancing with earlier?”
“Maybe next time you’ll call me.”
“Maybe I will teach you to want only me.” His half-crazy expression was back. “I am the only one who knows what you need.”
Hadn’t I already suspected he was my key? Apparently, he suspected the same. “Tell me what I need, Dmitri.”
“I’m about to show you.”
“But I want to touch you.” I dipped my hand down.
“Ah-ah.” He seized my wrist, placing my hand on his chest. “This is for you alone.”
“Maybe you think I’ll get so turned on I won’t care if you fuck me.”
“I want to see you that abandoned.” His voice was low, his eyes hypnotic. “But tonight I’m only touching you, Vika. Submit to my wishes.”
Vika. The endearment of my name. Strike sexy. He was molten. At that moment, I yearned to submit to this man. But a show of resistance was in order. “Why am I always the one feeling vulnerable? I’ve shared more of myself than you have.”
“Share? What if I tell you a secret? Would that suffice?”
“Try me and see.”
In a husky tone, he said, “I jerked off in the limo on the way back from your apartment. I wanted your taste on my tongue when I came again. Two strokes later, I ejaculated into my cupped palm, licking my lips for you.”
A breath shuddered out of my lungs. I repeated his words: “I never want to stop seeing that in my head.”
He might’ve given me a micro-smile, but it faded when he teased my entrance with a fingertip. “Do you want it inside?” Somehow he grew even harder beneath me.
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes. . . .”
He adjusted my body so we faced the same way, my spread legs over his knees, his hands resting on my thighs. “Then raise your arms and clasp your hands behind my neck. Keep them there no matter what I do.”
I had no choice; I obeyed.
“Good girl.” In reward, he sank his middle finger between my soaked lips.
I cried out as my pussy contracted around it.
He gave a rumbly groan. “Ah, God, you are tight. And so slick for me. You love to come, don’t you?” He rotated his finger inside, stirring me. Then he began to wedge in a second one. “There you go,” he rasped. “Take them for me into your sweet little pussy. Do you want me to finger-fuck you? Then take them both deep.”
That dirty talk in his sexy accent made me melt!
With his other hand, he pressed down on my pubic bone and above, which made the fingers inside me feel even bigger. He withdrew them, then thrust. Again. And again. “I would give anything to replace these with my cock.”
My body ached for that hot, swollen rod. Though he hadn’t touched my clit, I already neared the brink. “Dmitri, I need to come!”
He ignored my plea, never increasing his maddening pace. He twisted his fingers as they plunged, then twisted them again as he withdrew.