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)
His voice is low and raspy. “You’re so wet for me. Even angry, your body can’t deny me.”
He pinches my clit until it throbs, before he releases his hold, pulls my panties to the side, then slips two fingers inside me.
His growl almost sets me off. “Why would I ever want anything more than this, Natalya? Look at how your body responds to me.” He rocks his hips upward, watering my mouth. “And how my body responds to you. It’s never been like this with anyone else.” He curls his fingers to milk my G-spot. “It will never be like this with anyone but you.”
The pounding of my clit overtakes the cracks splintering in my heart the longer he finger fucks me. He doesn’t rush or push me to within an inch of the finish line with one twang of my clit. He takes his time, savoring every moan my body refuses to keep from him.
“I had a disagreement with my brother. The scratches and popped buttons are from him. Ivanka came to bring me a fresh shirt. I was on my way to see you when Maksim stopped me. I didn’t want to delay things further by returning home to fetch a shirt, so I asked Ivanka to get me one from dry cleaning.”
“You don’t have any shirts in the penthouse?” I can barely breathe, much less talk, but my words come out clear.
“No.” Through the hair draped over my face, I crank my neck back to peer at him. He smiles at the bewilderment on my face before saying, “I had our things moved into the house yesterday. It was an overnight affair.”
“Is that why you didn’t answer any of my messages?”
“No.” This one is softer and full of remorse. “But that isn’t for us to discuss now. I need you to feel the connection, to know I couldn’t replicate this with anyone but you even if I wanted to. You are it for me, Natalya, and even if that isn’t the case for you yet, I’m sure I can convince you to continue trying until it is true.” His reply is both threatening and playful, but I only feel relief.
“Show me.”
My hair falls off my shoulders when he straightens me before lifting me to stand. My backside is stinging in the aftermath of his spanks, and the high rise of my skirt is shamefully displaying my arousal, but the connection sizzling between us is tethering. It strengthens the feelings I haven’t stopped panicking about for the past several days and assures me that the fast track to love is the only option.
“Matvei—”
“Shh,” he interrupts. “I’ll take care of you. I’ve got everything you need right here.”
After undressing me with painstaking slowness, the mattress dips under the strain of his weight as he pulls me down onto his lap.
“This position is hard for me. I feel uncoordinated.”
“I know,” Matvei admits, smiling when I give him a miffed look. “But this is the only position that gives you all the control. You’re riding me. Controlling me.” I squeeze around the tip of his engorged knob when he inches inside me while murmuring, “Fucking me. You’re taking what you want.”
“I want you,” I confess, my emotions too raw to hold back.
“Then take me,” Matvei replies as his hips slowly rotate to lessen the sting of being stretched so wide. “Keep me. Make me yours.” We groan in sync when he slips in deep enough to bottom out at my uterus. “Stop fighting me and give yourself to me wholly.”
“I already have.”
“No, you haven’t.”
He rocks his hips until I’m panting and slicked with sweat.
“Not yet, but you will.”
My back arches as an orgasm simmers to the surface hard and fast.
“You will when you agree to be my wife.”
“I can’t.”
He drives into me hard and fast until stars form in front of my eyes.
“You will.”
My head rocks side to side as my eyes squeeze shut. The tension in the lower half of my stomach is intense. I am about to explode at any second, but my brain is still functioning. “It’s too soon.”
Matvei licks the pad of his thumb before dropping it between us. He makes me come undone in an instant before asking a question that should halt my orgasm instead of extend it. “Be my wife?”
Through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, I pant out softly, “No.”
He fucks me with everything he has, the preciseness of his pounds perfectly divine until I’m quivering through another climax, and then he whispers in one ear like the devil himself, “Say yes.”
“No.”
When he flicks his hips, I tense around him, sucking him deeper, forever needing more but so physically exhausted that his whispered word barely registers. “Yes.”
“No.”
His breath catches when my reply isn’t as stern as the first three, but despite the walls of my vagina spasming around him as he makes me come for the third time, he staves off his release, my needs more important.