Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
That have me whimpering from the pleasure and pain of being trapped.
Conquered.
His short, deep, labored breathing lures me closer towards the ecstasy cliff, promising me the sweetest heavenly release if I just submit.
If I just surrender.
Relinquish the control that he wants.
That he’s earned.
God, I love how he’s not afraid to show me what he’s worthy of.
Feeling his shaft swell on a long, low, rumble of refusal to come before me sends my eyes rolling back into my skull at the same time my entire body begins to buckle from the unyielding, beastly blows. He effortlessly folds his frame forward, blanketing my figure with his, contorting himself into a position that not only shortens his strokes exponentially but allows him to muffle my moans by the same material that’s muzzling his when he smashes our mouths together. Whether it's the hard impact or the act of ultimate dominance that gets me coming is unclear. I scream. Make swipes at his thrashing tongue through the spit-soaked clothing. Shiver and shake and scream again. Perpetual pulsations persist onward as I twitch back into his faltered pumping, pussy pleading for him to keep plunging, keep piercing, keep pronouncing his ownership over it, over me, until an animalistic roar is ripped free from his now no longer gagged mouth. Swears in what sounds like every language he knows are barked in tandem to the blazing hot bursts being buried in my deepest depths.
“Da,” my husband purrs as he slides his cock to the very edge of my entrance, “you drip for Yavok.” Warm trickles slowly seep past the shallow point where we’re connected creating a mess in the space between our feet. “You drip for Pet.”
The muscles clench twice around his sensitive tip, collecting a pleased hiss as a reward.
“Madam?” Evans’s voice cautiously calls from where he’s waiting in the hallway.
Despite the member of security speaking, the love of my life lowers his mouth to the crook of my neck and begins to litter kisses along the chain of my necklace.
After humming in approval over Yavok’s action, I spit out my panties and reply, “Yes?”
“Arlene is here,” he politely informs. “She’s looking for Yavok. Says Vlad is up from his nap and ready for his dentist appointment.”
“Give us a minute!”
Unhappy groans from my spouse are accompanied by the slow removal of his body and a quietly grumped, “Forgot was today.”
Slight bafflement has me completely turning my frame to face his. “Isn’t he too young for the dentist?”
“Net.” He casually tucks his softened cock back into his boxer briefs. “On uzhe v vozraste.”
“We didn’t take Kat until she was like three.”
“Net…” I’m flashed a crooked grin. “You not go with us ‘til she three.”
Guilt gets the better of my expression before I can catch it.
Yavok lovingly cups my face at the same time he states, “You are busy woman. Have…work.” His thumb delivers a gentle caress to my cheek. “Yavok be parent. It okay.”
I know that it’s okay.
I know that more often than not it’s a must.
But it doesn’t always have to be.
It doesn’t always need to be.
“We can both go today,” I volunteer and reach for my underwear on the desk.
“Kak naschet propavshikh predmetov?” The small twitch of contemplation pushes him to instantly translate. “What about…missing…items?”
“They’ll still be missing until I have more information from Rowan, and since I don’t at this moment, I can go to the dentist with mieheni ja poikani.”
Hearing me call them their labels in Finnish shifts his small smile into a wide grin.
“I can give my time to my family.”
His expression deepens in elation, yet he playfully pokes, “Da, and you can give Pet those,” he motions to the panties I’m preparing to put on, “to keep.” Yavok presents me with an open palm alongside an impish smirk. “They…trophy…for being good boy.”
A warm laugh escapes on an amused headshake. “Manners?”
“Please, Minun Herrani.”
Handing them over results in an even more arrogant grin as well as a small wink.
God, he’s so much more than just a good boy.
More than a good pet.
More than a good businessman and second in command when it comes to our empire.
He’s a great father.
A phenomenal husband.
A fantastic fucking person.
I don’t believe in luck, which is why I know I’m not lucky to have him.
I’m fortunate.
And it’s knowing how fortunate I truly am that keeps me striving to be the best I can be in this marriage.
After all, I am a Kessler.
Excellence is the only thing we accept, which is one more reason why coming after my charitable organization was a deadly decision.
CHAPTER 2
Yavok
There are certain things in my life I’ve always pictured myself doing.
Vacationing somewhere tropical – I prefer the Caribbean.
Swimming in the ocean with my children – Kat cried for weeks when she realized we couldn’t go snorkeling everyday like we did at Ka'anapali Beach.
Making love to my beautiful wife before she disappears for work in the morning – albeit I envisioned her as a teacher. Or a massage therapist. Or a healthcare professional.