Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Holding on to the wall with a sweaty, trembling hand, I reach under my dress and close my eyes in mortification when the evidence of my arousal soaks my fingers.
“Stop.”
The commanding word makes me pause, my eyes slowly fluttering open. I’ve never been one to bow down in front of authority, but the way Kyle uses it always stabs me in a secret part that confuses the hell out of me.
Kyle isn’t hyper-authoritative like the men downstairs whom I’ve spent all my life with. I’m used to male reign and stopped being intimidated by it at a young age.
However, Kyle appears tame, approachable even, almost like he should be a doctor or some hot CEO instead of being in this line of work. While I know it’s a deceptive façade, he’s perfected it so well that when he shows his masculine, authoritative side, I have no choice but to stop and stare.
“If you remove it, our deal is null and void.” He tips his chin in my direction. “The ball is in your court.”
“You expect me to walk around with this thing inside me all day?” I hate how much my voice is trembling and how needy and out of control I sound.
“It should loosen you up a little, bring you down from your ivory tower.”
“Kyle…” I meant to warn, but his name comes out like a whimper instead.
“We had a deal: you wear my toys, I get the Irish where you want. Are you going back on your world, Miss Sokolov?”
I hate when he calls me that. It feels so distant and strange after all the time we’ve known each other and everything we’ve been through. But who am I kidding? That time only meant something to me in the past. Now, it’s nothing.
“At least make it stop,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Say the word that will get you things from me.”
“What word?”
“Beg me. Beg this filthy stray dog to relieve you of your misery.”
“I’m Rai Sokolov. I beg no one.”
“You did it in front of Vladimir. You can do it again. Don’t worry, it will become a habit with time.”
“I’m not going to beg you—ahhhh…” My words end on a moan when he increases the intensity of the vibrator until its sound can be heard. “Stop…ahhh…”
“I still have five more intensity levels to go, one for every minute you remain stubborn.” He removes his hand from his pocket, revealing a small black remote. “Actually, let’s take it up a notch and make that every second—starting now.”
He clicks on the button, and I sag against the wall as the vibration intensifies to an unbearable level. My nipples tighten against the dress’s built-in bra, and my legs shake.
“Kyle…”
“That’s not begging. Try harder.” He clicks again and I moan, my lips trembling in mortification as I feel my wetness soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs.
“Jesus…”
“Yeah, he’s not going to help in this unholy union.” He clicks again, and this time, I scream as the dildo gets deeper inside me. I’m no virgin, but the last time I was sexually active was a decade ago, so I might as well be.
“Two more to go…oh, wait. Turns out there are seven. I forgot it has special modes for naughty girls like you.”
“Fine, you win, stop it.”
“Not unless you beg and you make it convincing.”
“Stop it…p-please…”
“What was that at the end? I didn’t quite catch it.”
“Please.”
“That’s it.” He clicks on a button and the vibration stops.
I slide to the floor, catching my breath and trying to stop the disappointed sensation that’s settling at the pit of my stomach.
A shadow falls over me before his voice fills the air. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
I pull myself up to my feet, raise my hand and slap him across the face. The sound echoes in the silence surrounding us and my palm stings. “Don’t you ever put me in a weak position in front of the men downstairs. I’m not only your wife, I’m V Corp’s executive manager and an asset to the brotherhood. I didn’t get this far for you to drag me down.”
His jaw clenches, and instead of the anger I expected, a manic smirk tugs on his lips. “I’ll play with you however I please.”
“You will not break me, do you hear me?”
“You shouldn’t tempt a predator with prey, Princess. That will only provoke my need to hunt.”
“I’ll get you back for this. You have my fucking word.” I push past him to the bathroom to clean up.
“Don’t remove the toy,” he calls after me. “I’ll know if you do.”
I flip him off over my shoulder without looking at him.
A low chuckle follows me as I get inside and lock the door. Fuck Kyle’s warnings about not doing just that.
I stare at my face in the mirror, and like this morning, I barely recognize the woman who greets me back. My cheeks are red, lips puffy, and my usually impeccable hair looks like a mess. The worst part? My insides are still tingling, demanding more of the torture I just endured at Kyle’s hands.