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)
“When have I ever gotten you to not run your mouth?” His words come out gruff but also strained.
“I don’t think you’re like them. Not fully. You’re smart.”
“You’re complimenting me now?”
“Always question where you stand. Challenge even your own family. I do. My father taught me that.” I smile, thinking about him. “Don’t get lost fighting for someone who wouldn’t do the same for you.”
“Olivia,” he gently says my name like I’m a wild animal he doesn’t want to spook. “Don’t do this.”
“Tell them it didn’t hurt and I love them.”
Sergei lunges for me. I let him tackle me to the ground. He turns so it’s him that hits the floor. I land on top of him. The gun goes skidding away. He rolls, pinning me under him. “Are you fucking insane?” he shouts at me. For the first time, I think I see fear in Sergei’s eyes.
No, I'm not insane. Sergei gave me a little test this morning with the gun. I gave him one of my own.
13
SERGEI
My heart thunders against my ribs as I stare into her eyes. She’s pinned beneath me, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
“What the fuck?” I squeeze her wrists.
“I’m tired of this game.” She turns her head.
Stunned is too kind a word for what I’m feeling right now. I can’t get a grip on this woman. Even though I’ve had her in my mouth, I can’t seem to connect with her where I need to. The fact that she’d put the gun to her own head–fuck! A cold sweat coats my brow.
“Your life isn’t a game, princess.”
“Right. You wouldn’t want to make Daddy mad,” she simpers.
“I warned you about that.” I press my knee between her thighs. Her panties are still tucked in my nightstand. She’s bare, her heat like a brand against my leg.
“I told you I’m tired of this game. Let me go.” She pulls her wrists and gets nowhere.
“I think you’re misunderstanding me, princess.” I lean down and run my teeth along her throat.
She gasps.
“You think I’m playing games with you. I’m not. This is real. This is fucking serious. So serious that I might spill your virgin blood right here, right now. You’re pushing me to the edge.” I slide my legs apart, splitting her thighs, then settle my hips between them.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses.
“I’d dare quite a lot.” I bite her throat.
She whimpers, her back arching.
“You don’t know me, princess. You don’t know the things I’m capable of. The things I’ve been thinking about doing to you.” I bite harder, leaving a mark, then pull away. “So don’t tempt me.”
Finally turning her head, she stares daggers at me. “Get off me.”
“No.” I squeeze her wrists tighter, then take her mouth in a rough kiss.
She yelps and bites my bottom lip, drawing fresh blood. That doesn’t stop me. If anything, it makes me even harder. I kiss her through the sting, through the tang of blood, and it doesn’t take long for her to stop fighting me. She melts, kissing me back, her tongue hungry for mine as I thrust inside her mouth.
I can’t get enough of her. I want all of her.
She threatened to leave me? Not a fucking chance. She’s mine. The rational part of my brain tries to remind me that she’s just part of a plan. A piece of revenge, a sacrifice on the chess board where my father and her father are playing. But none of those thoughts get through. They don’t fucking matter. What matters is her fierce spirit, her sassy mouth, her curvy body that I’m desperate to feast on again.
I release one of her wrists and slide my hand down her body to her cunt. Without preamble, I push two fingers inside her.
She moans into my mouth, her body tensing as I start to fingerfuck her, pulsing in and out of her slick heat with steady movements that I echo with the rock of my hips. I want it to be my cock. I want to feel her squeeze me until I shoot my load. Pulling my fingers out, I lick them clean as she watches, her breath coming in pants as she stares up at me.
“Sweet,” I groan. Then I reach down and free my cock from my boxer briefs.
I run my head along her wet slit, and I swear I almost come all over her.
She whimpers again, her hips moving, her pussy begging for more. I press against her tight hole.
“You want this, princess.” I stare into her eyes. “Tell me you want it.” I don’t know why I have to hear it from her. But I do. I want her to acknowledge this fire between us, this fucking inferno that sprang from nowhere.
I press inside her just a little, just enough for me to know that if I go all the way, I might explode from the fucking pleasure.