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)
Too fueled by the desire to come to care about the repercussions, I wedge my hand between my stomach and the table to toy with my clit.
I barely get two swipes on the aching bud when Matvei slaps my hand away. “You’re mine, Natalya, which means your every want, need, and whimper belong to me.” He slaps my ass before squeezing the jiggling mound bouncing in the aftermath of his hit. “I fucking own you. Your pleasure belongs to no one but me.” As he stands, he snakes his spare hand up my back. When it reaches the base of my neck, he weaves his fingers through my hair, fists it tight, then yanks my head back. “Do you understand?”
I nod the best I can without tearing my hair from my scalp, too horny to contemplate the absolute ownership in his tone.
My response pleases Matvei. After switching his fingers to his thumb, he uses the lubed digits to stroke, toy, and roll my clit. “Good. Now drench my palm with your cum so I can do the same to your throat.”
His thrusts are mind blurring, his fingers driving in and out of me with an equal amount of power and control.
When his thumb rotates my clit, a moan bursts from my throat, but the fireworks in the sky I’m seeking aren’t here. They’re being held back like they have been the past two years. Evading me like I’ve been evading my responsibilities.
My insides coil tight, and my muscles pull taut, but no matter how many times I permit them to let go, they don’t listen. They fight me like my brain wants to fight for fairness, their unravel only inching closer to fruition when Matvei growls through pants, “Now, Natalya. Come for me. Let go of the tension that’s been holding you back for so long.”
I rock my hips in tempo to his thrusts, shuddering when something far girthier than his fingers nudges at the opening of my vagina. Even through the fabric of his pants, I can tell the head of his cock is slicked with as much arousal as his fingers and is intimidatingly large.
He is as turned on as me, and the knowledge drives me wild with lust.
In seconds, my mind shuts down and the world commences splintering around me. As I come loudly, grunts of pleasure escape Matvei’s mouth. They’re the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard, and they make me lose all sense of control.
He can do anything he wants to me right now, and I won’t stop him.
Except he can’t.
We’re not alone.
Not anymore.
There’s a commotion at the front of the restaurant, and the instant my eyes shoot in the direction of the tinted-glass entry door responsible for the interruption, the pounding of my clit jumps to my heart.
Matvei becomes as ruffled as Saka when I scamper across the table on my hands and knees. I’m so mortified I just orgasmed in front of a man I look up to, the food I scarfed down sits at the base of my throat instead of in my stomach.
I could vomit. The only reason I don’t is because of the immense amount of relief Matvei’s grumbled comment awards me. “The windows are security tinted. He can’t see in. You can only see out.”
Still, I die a thousand deaths.
How could I have been so stupid to let my defenses down so senselessly?
As my heart threatens to break out of my chest, I mutter, “I have to go.”
Since the device responsible for my foolishness is dumped on my plate, Matvei only has his voice at his disposal. It rumbles through my chest as brutally as my climax ripped through my body when he shouts my name, but it only slows my pace. It doesn’t wholly end it.
With my smarts returning more for every inch of distance I place between us, I snatch up the dessert Matvei requested the hostess pack for us, then bolt outside.
I act like Saka is as invisible as my nonexistent panty line by moving onto the street to flag a taxi. Cabs are few and far between in this part of Kronstadt. The patrons who dine here are more about chauffeur-driven town cars and stretch limousines, so I’m not surprised when Saka’s glare singes my nose hairs long before the stinky exhaust of a rundown taxi.
“Don’t you dare glare at me like that,” I murmur, my voice full of frustration.
When I go home after a date, I usually have to watch porn and use a vibrator to get me stimulated, and even then, I rarely reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. Now is not the time for him to mess with me.
“I wanted ptichye moloko, and this is the only restaurant in Kronstadt that doesn’t fuck it up by skimping on the pricy ingredients.” As anger overtakes my embarrassment, I shift on my feet to face him. “And I couldn’t exactly ask you to take me to get some since you were balls deep in my roommate!”