Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
When I inch back to thank the man responsible for my first meeting with my father in over seven years, a correctional officer I didn’t notice in the corner of the room commences freeing my father from the restraints used to transport him here.
“I can’t give you more than an hour,” Maksim announces, his tone low like he’s worried I’ll be disappointed. “But I will, eventually. My lawyers just need more time to build an appeal.”
“This is more than I could have ever hoped for.” I kiss him, uncaring that the man who threatened every member of the opposite sex not related to me if they got within an inch of me is currently being freed from prison shackles.
And he kisses me back.
Although Maksim’s kisses will forever set me ablaze, I pull back long before I’ve had my fill, mindful that an hour will never be enough for either task my heart wishes to undertake.
After squeezing Maksim’s hand and removing the lipstick my kiss smeared on his mouth, I twist to face my father. He is no longer shackled, and shockingly, there isn’t a single groove between his brows.
He knows as well as I do that this meeting would not have happened without Maksim. We couldn’t even get phone privileges approved.
My pulse thuds in my ears when my father takes his time assessing me. I have the same shaped face as my mother, the same eyes, just a few shades darker since mine have speckles of brown throughout the green, and the same button nose. I was cut from her cloth, whereas Stefania was the spitting image of my father, just female.
It must hurt for him to look at me, especially since his last memories of my mother are of her bruised and mutilated body, but you wouldn’t know that when he returns his eyes to mine and murmurs, “So beautiful. Your mother would be so proud of the woman you have become.”
The dam I’ve been holding back for eight years breaks, and the deluge that comes with it is as shocking as the realization that I don’t hate my father for leaving me.
I hate myself for selfishly expecting him to stay.
“I’m so sorry.”
I’m growled at from all sides, and it switches some of my tears from sadness to joy.
“Ssh,” Maksim murmurs, slipping beneath the sheets. “I don’t want to wake you. I just want to be inside you while you sleep.” He adjusts my knee like the sultry position I attempted to fall asleep in doesn’t give him enough access to my pussy before he creeps closer. “Unless you’re not tired?” He groans when the wetness that hits his cock’s head alerts him to the fact I went to bed without panties.
My father left hours ago, and although I was emotionally and physically exhausted after our reunion, I had every intention of waiting for Maksim’s return before falling asleep.
I had no clue he’d be gone for so long.
“Is everything okay?”
Maksim starts his reply with a moan. “Of course it is. How could it not be? Fuck, Doc. You’re already ready for me.” He runs his nose down the column of my neck. “Did you start without me?”
A giggle rumbles in my chest instead of the frustration you’d expect when you learn you’re being monitored by security cameras hacked or installed purely to watch you twenty-four-seven. “Are you always watching me? Or just when I’m away from you?”
“Always,” he answers without shame.
“Then you’d know the package Zoya left on my bedside table is unopened.”
Pre-cum adds to the wetness between my legs when he replies, “Who said it was from Zoya?” He places his hand between my legs and toys with my clit. “Maybe I wanted a re-run of the night I watched you play with yourself while thinking about me.”
“The night you couldn’t see anything because I was covered by the bedding?” My words come out as moans. It can’t be helped. Maksim is a genius beneath the sheets as much as he is out of them.
“Yes.” After rolling me onto my back, he adjusts his position so he’ll face no resistance sliding two fingers inside me. “But that won’t be an issue this time around because my wife is a fucking goddess, and she is slowly starting to learn that.”
He proves the lies in my head are false by yanking off the bedding covering us with his spare hand, exposing my pasty-white skin to the harsh rays of the lamp he just switched on.
I don’t care that it casts an unfavorable hue across my body. Who would feel shame when a man who’d burn the world for you is looking at you like you’re the most precious gem in the world?
He finger fucks my pussy, creating a delicious amount of friction, before he curls my toes by adding his mouth to the mix.