Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Oh. So I had heard him right, and the realization jerked me out of my state of shock and I jumped to my feet. “No.” The rejection came out almost involuntarily, a response conditioned by the years that I had forcibly reminded myself over and over that I would never be like my mother and fall for a younger man.
I lifted my chin. “It’s not possible.”
“Because I’m younger?” Sergei came to his feet with a derisive shake of his head. “We’ve been in each other’s lives for over two years, Erie. You must know by now you can trust me.”
I shook my head vehemently, unwilling to let myself see the truth in his words. “It’s not that easy—-”
“You either want to fuck me or not,” he growled. “It’s that easy.”
“We’re just friends—-”
“And now we’ll be something else,” Sergei finished flatly.
I stared at him, stunned.
He laughed humorlessly. “You expected me to say we could be friends with benefits, didn’t you?”
Yes, I thought numbly, and could he blame me? The whole world saw us together all the time, and instead of thinking we were a couple, they imagined I was his Attorney Moneypenny, which was basically a cute way of saying I was a girl with brains, a girl he might flirt with from time to time, but in the end, I was also just a girl who could be his friend but not his girlfriend.
“You must know I’ve never stopped wanting you,” Sergei suddenly gritted out.
His words shook me, but I hardened myself against it. “You’re twenty-five,” I said thinly. “You’re programmed to want anyone in a skirt—-”
“Zatk nis,” Sergei cut me off with a hiss, dark eyes flashing with fury.
Shut up.
My face reddened, but before I could react, the billionaire had suddenly yanked me forward, and as I stumbled against his chest, he grabbed my wrist and brought it down—-
Ah!
My fingers, pressed against his throbbing cock, curled around his length reflexively, and the involuntarily reaction had my cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. So. Hard. I swallowed at the thought, but even so I couldn’t let go. Hard. He was so, so impossibly hard, and I couldn’t think of anything else.
“My cock,” he hissed down at me, “only wants you. I haven’t fucked anyone since that time we had our first fight—-”
My mind reeled at his words, rendering me frozen in his hold. Was he saying he had been celibate all this time? Could I let myself believe him?
Tipping my chin up, the billionaire forced me to meet his gaze, saying harshly, “Your virginity can only be mine. Your pussy belongs to me, and I’m the only one who can fuck it.”
Longing rippled in my body, his take-charge attitude exactly what my body craved for. My breathing quickened, and his nostrils flared. His cock pulsed violently in my hold, and my already erect nipples tightened in painful arousal.
“Erie.” The billionaire murmured my name roughly as he clasped my face with both hands. I found myself releasing his cock, my hands reaching up to his shoulders, the heat in his gaze seducing me.
But as he slowly bent his head and I was a second away from being kissed, sanity returned in a flash.
Oh my God, what was I doing?
Hadn’t I promised myself I would never let myself get involved with a younger man?
I wrenched out of the billionaire’s hold with a cry, my sudden resistance taking him by surprise and causing his hold on me to relax. I took advantage of it, freeing myself, and ran out of his room.
Seconds later and I heard him coming after me, and I nearly tripped in my effort to run faster, turning around the corner to reach the hallway leading to my room.
My hands shook as I pulled out the card key from my shorts pockets.
“Erie, stop.”
Panic struck me at how close his voice sounded, and I swiped the card on the scanner with clumsy haste. Come on, come on. The light turned green, and the latch unlocked. I stumbled inside, hoping to slam the door on his face, but he had managed to slide one foot in, and then he was using his strength to force the door open.
He overpowered me easily, and I was forced to skid back as the door pushed open completely and the billionaire stepped inside.
“Get out,” I warned him shakily, “before I scream for security.”
But the billionaire only laughed, the sound both cold and beautiful, frightening and seducing me at the same time. “If you’re going to scream one thing, pchelka, it would be that I don’t stop fucking you.”
I opened my mouth to scream for help, but in an instant he was next to me, his arms crushing my body to his just as his mouth conquered mine.
No!
I thrashed in his hold, violently and wildly, but a part of me knew I was already fighting a losing battle. My greatest struggle wasn’t against him.