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)
I reach up and grip the nape of her neck. She wraps her hands around my forearm, her nails digging in.
“Let go,” she says through clenched teeth.
I lean down, our faces so close we’re only a breath away from kissing. “Make me.”
She gasps, and I feel the shiver course through her. I know what it is, because one races through me too. It’s desire. Fucking animal instinct, one that sparks between us like fire.
That’s when I realize how well and truly I’ve fucked up. And I decide to fuck up even more and press my mouth to hers, kissing her hard, rough, and with all the need she’s stirred up inside me.
6
OLIVIA
What.
The.
Fuck?
One second I was wondering how thick the window panes are and trying to figure out if the fall would be high enough to kill me, and now Sergei’s mouth is owning mine in a way I never knew was possible. The raw need is intense between us. I know I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I can’t help the reaction my body is having to him.
This isn’t normal, but I chalk it up to everything that has gone down today. Must be my adrenaline that is making me feel this way. Because there is no way I would ever be attracted to a Taletti. Definitely not. No matter how handsome he is. Never.
I don’t know what game he is trying to play, but you’d think by now he’d know I’ll play them too. I’m not sure when I slipped my tongue into his mouth and started to kiss him back. Or when I dug my fingers into the front of his shirt to cling to him tighter, but I start my retreat.
As good as he tastes–and damn I didn’t know men could taste this good–I slip my tongue back out of his mouth and give him something else. My teeth. That’s what he deserves.
I bite down hard on his bottom lip til I taste blood. I expect to be shoved backwards, but that’s not what happens. Every damn time this man surprises me. He groans instead. His hands go to my ass and lift me off my feet. I release his lip when my back hits something hard, knocking some of the air out of my lungs and giving me no other option. He pins me to a wall.
“You like it rough, princess?” His tongue comes out to lick away the blood I drew.
I stare into his eyes. They are darker than they have ever been. His nose is still red from when I slammed my forehead into it. There are scratch marks down his neck, and I don’t think I have one scratch on me. Unless you count the small headache I have from using my forehead on his face. That was more self-inflicted.
I’m not sure what comes over me, but I burst into hysterical laughter. I can’t help it. Tears start to slip down my cheeks because I’m laughing so hard.
“What’s so fucking funny, princess?”
“You, ah, kissed me.” I barely get the words out through my laughter.
“Are you insane?”
“Honestly, I was kind of thinking you are.”
My laughter dies when he thrusts his hard cock against my panties. When he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around him without a thought. I can tell from the way my panties are sticking to me that I’m soaked, and he knows it too. Not that it means anything; it’s a natural reaction and nothing more than that.
He lets out a long sigh and slowly puts me back onto my feet. I don’t miss that my whole body has to slide down his before I hit the ground.
“Do I turn you on?”
“Aggression turns me on,” he says.
A weird disappointment that I’m not going to let myself try to understand hits me, but I let that shit go right out the window. Because I totally don’t care if he thinks I’m hot or if I turn him on. Nope, not at all. So I try to flip it.
“So like, you’re a sadist?” I ask, confused because really it’s me that's exerting all the pain if you think about it. He closes his eyes for a long moment, mumbling something under his breath I can’t hear. “Are we going to just stand here like this? My feet kinda hurt.”
“Sit down.” He steps back and points toward a sofa. His loft warehouse place is kind of cool. It doesn’t give off the vibe that he brings people here to torture and kill them. I guess I have that going for me.
Sergei paces back and forth for a few minutes. His cat does it with him. It’s kind of adorable. I don’t think Sergei even realizes that the cat is pacing with him. It’s at that moment I realize that Sergei Taletti has an emotional support animal. I hold my breath so I don’t start laughing again. Sergei might be right. I’m insane. Then again, I’m a dead girl on borrowed time as it is. I might as well have a little fun before my days of torture begin at the hands of his father. This might be my last hurrah.