Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Then what do you want?”
Fear and excitement hit me at once when he returns his hand to my thigh and squeezes it. He doesn’t toy with my clit or double the trembles of my pulse with teasing circular patterns. He keeps his hand flat, conscious his meekest touch is potent enough to douse my wish to flee, much less the words he speaks next. “I want to know how many men I need to take down to stop you from living in fear.”
His pledge of protection fries my brain so well I can’t form a response. The silence doesn’t make things awkward. If anything, it adds to the heat sweltering between us. It is so tantalizing, Matvei refuses to remove his hand from my thigh to finish his meal. He eats with one hand, his fork only discarded when he strives to remind me that my emotions aren’t the only mess I’ll be dealing with tonight.
My panties will be just as nasty.
With one push of a button, Matvei brings me to the brink of climax over and over again before he forces me to cuss his name in vain by ending the stimulation before I can topple into obliviousness.
I’m overstimulated but dying for more, so I get desperate enough to beg. “Please.”
When his eyes drop to my half-consumed plate, suspicion burns through them.
“I’m full.” My bulging stomach backs up my campaign. “I can’t possibly eat another bite. I swear on my grandmother’s grave.”
My brows join when Matvei asks, “On your mother’s or father’s side?”
“Not that it matters,” I answer, forever moody when denied, “my father’s. I’ve never met my mother’s parents.”
After switching back on the device making me a hot and sticky mess, he washes down the last of his steak with a mouthful of wine before asking, “Did their lack of contact ever make you suspicious?”
I shake my head before shifting it to an impartial nod. My opposing responses are understandable when you realize how close to the edge I am. I’m seconds from coming, but Matvei turns off the device before I can.
“Goddamnit, Matvei.”
“Yes, Natalya. I am your god, and when you answer my question, I’ll show you just how ruefully I will control your entire existence.”
Desperate for him to make true on his pledge, I slowly breathe out, “I never thought much about my father’s parents living in a modest two-bedroom apartment until my father mentioned sharing a room with three of his siblings in that exact apartment.” My next words come out with a quiver as he turns on the device commanding my clit’s full attention. “My parents were wealthy my entire childhood. They had more money than sense, so it was only when I found out my grandparents have lived in the same complex for forty years did I realize their money must have come from my mother’s half of the family tree.”
I grip the edge of the table when he switches on the external vibrator. He usually uses one or the other. This is the first time he’s used both since we left the limousine. “Keep talking.”
As tingles flood the lower half of my body, I confess, “I tried to talk to my mother about her parents multiple times, but she always shut down the conversation before it truly commenced. I brushed it off as everyone has secrets.”
“Everyone does have secrets,” Matvei agrees, his voice as teasing as the device pushing me to the brink. I’m shaking all over, my eyes both dilated and struggling to remain open. “And I’m dying to hear yours.” The patrons drop their eyes to their laps for the second time when he pushes the table away again. “But not here. Not in front of these men. I want to kill them just for the thoughts running through their heads.” His threat is loud enough to scare several patrons from their seats. For what it misses, his shouted “Get out!” takes care of.
The restaurant is vacated in less than a minute, and my chest is flattened where Matvei’s plate was only seconds ago. As his heated breaths batter my ass cheeks, he pushes up my dress, then undoes the lace holding the vibrating panties flush to my skin.
My vagina clamps around the mini vibrator when the vibrating panties are next to be removed. My body isn’t solely responding to being wanted so desperately that he’ll clear a restaurant to have me. Most of my shudders are in response to Matvei’s growled comment, “It’s time for dessert.”
After peeling back the silicon insert of my panties with no concern of how badly my body wants it to remain, he tugs out the egg-shaped vibrator and dumps it onto my plate before replacing it with his fingers.
“Oh, god.” I shudder with a long, needy breath. His fingers are deeper than the vibrator and immediately focused on the spot that will see me come undone without the slightest bit of attention to my clit. “Please.”