Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“You were all talk. Running that sassy mouth to rile me up. Well, you got what you wanted. So don’t stop now. Tell me, princess. I want to hear you say it.” I ease another finger inside, my body humming with some sort of dark electricity that seemed to spark to life the moment we met. “So fucking tight. This cherry has never been popped, never been sucked, never been licked. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” She moves her hips as I work my fingers in and out of her.
“Say it. Say this is only mine.”
“It’s yours.”
She writhes as I keep tonguing her, giving her pleasure as I groan against her. “Only mine. Say it, princess. Say it, and I’ll give you that treat.” I pulse my fingers deeper, feeling her from the inside. My cock is hard as goddamn steel, and I want nothing more than to climb on top of her and fill her with it. Just the thought of my cum all over her makes my head go dark for a moment, the urge so strong I almost do it. I almost pin her down and fuck her raw like a goddamn animal in the woods. But that would mean I would have to give up this taste, this fucking pleasure, this delicious cunt that I want to dine on for the rest of the night. “Tell me or you’ll get my cock instead. Is that what you want? You want me to take your innocence, to fuck it into oblivion with every hard inch? I’ll happily do it, princess. I’ll make you scream.”
“Yours,” she gasps. “Only yours.”
“That’s right.” I reward her with my focus on her clit, my fingers still working her.
She fucks my face, her hips moving faster and faster as her back arches.
So goddamn sexy, my little princess, her body giving me everything as she searches for her release. I give it to her, sucking her clit as her hips freeze, her body going so tight she seems made of stone. Then she moans, her body shaking as she comes, her pussy squeezing my fingers rhythmically. I’m entranced, fucking glued to her, to every movement and sound she makes.
When she relaxes against the bed and tries to close her legs, I spread my palms against her thighs, keeping her open to me. Her gaze meets mine, and she whimpers, “I can’t. It’s too much.”
I smirk up at her, kissing her pussy again and again. “That was your treat, princess. Now it’s time for mine.”
“Wh-what?” She blinks, her eyes widening.
“I’m going to make you come on my face until you beg me to stop.” I lick her. “I won’t. Not until I’m satisfied.”
“You can’t–Oh!” She grabs my hair, trying to pull me away.
But I’m a fucking mutt with a bone. I’ll never let it go. Not until I get everything I want out of it, right down to the marrow.
I’m going to devour her, and there’s absolutely nothing she can do to stop me.
12
OLIVIA
My eyes fly open, but I don’t move. I remain still to keep my breathing the same. When did I pass out? And how could I have let myself pass out? Last but definitely not least, how could I have come so many times at Sergei’s touch?
The man really is relentless. I’m not sure if he was ever satisfied. It all became too intense. After the third orgasm, my whole body was on overload. Sergei had to pin my hips to the bed so I stayed in place. There was no chance to close my legs with his broad shoulders between them. He worked that last one out of me, and then the darkness came. That’s the last thing I can remember.
I’m still in his bed. He’s wrapped around me. I didn't think he was going to be a cuddler, but I bet it’s more to do with making sure I don’t try to make an escape. The crazy thing is, I find myself not wanting to. I shake that thought away, reminding myself that he is the enemy. And that he kidnapped me.
My back is pressed against his chest. He’s got one hand up my shirt, holding my breast. The other is between my legs cupping my sex. His warm breath puffs on my neck. Does he have his face buried in my hair?
He’s going to be so smug when he wakes up. In our sparring last night, he won. Didn’t he? I was just trying to tease and taunt him, but then he gave me what I asked for. Then again, he was the one who was on his knees.
What the hell is going on here? This must be part of some kind of plan to weaken me or break down my walls. It’s got to be some kind of Taletti trick. I mean, it has to be, right? I should be dead or screaming, and not in the way Sergei made me. Instead, I’m in his giant comfy bed with him holding me close. He could have tied or cuffed me to the headboard. It’s actually perfect for it.