Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
And then suddenly, I heard him ram his jockey shorts down around his thighs and there was only one layer of fabric, the gossamer-thin silk of my panties, already soaked through. I could feel the arrow-shaped head of his cock pressing my lips apart…
My eyes fluttered open. I was so lost in lust, it took me a few seconds to focus on the moving shapes behind him. They slowly formed into people. And most of them were watching us, waiting for us to—Oh God are we going to do it right here?
Radimir grabbed a condom from a side table, tore open the foil and rolled it on. I felt him wrench aside the silk of my panties, the cold shock of the air against my flesh and then his cock was spreading me...
My gaze locked with a dark-haired woman who was watching. She was vaguely familiar, but I didn’t have time to think about it because at that second, I felt Radimir’s cock push into me and my eyes widened in shock. Oh Jesus yes, we’re doing it right here!
His cock surged up into me, gliding over every square millimeter of my aching, needy flesh, and my eyes closed. I suddenly didn’t care who was watching. He pushed closer between my thighs and thrust again, filling me, and I moaned and grabbed for his shoulders. He pulled back, thrust a third time and I felt my mouth open as he slid into me to the hilt.
He broke the kiss. His lips brushed my ear. “I’m going to fuck you in front of all these people, Krasavitsa.”
I wasn’t capable of speech. “Mmm,” I nodded.
His hips drew back, a satiny pull that made me want to beg and claw at him, and then he slammed them forward and the wave of pleasure made my knees weaken. His hands came up under my ass, grabbing me and then lifting me. My legs came up around his waist and I caught my breath as his cock shifted inside me. He held me there, pinned between his body and the doorframe, and began to fuck me with fast, hard strokes. Oh God. I was skyrocketing, helpless, each thrust pushing me higher. The heated pressure of his body against mine, my nipples stroking his pecs as my breasts bounced, the steady pumping of his thick cock into my depths... His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as if he wanted to leave marks, wanted to mark me as his, and I went weak at the thought. I tried to imagine what we must look like to the people watching and it made it even better: it was like I was experiencing everything twice, once as me and once through their eyes.
His thrusts got faster and I moaned. I was getting close, already, and I could feel he was, too.
“The men are all wishing they were me,” he hissed in my ear.
My eyes fluttered open for a second. As Radimir’s cock slammed into me again and again, I glimpsed the men all standing there, watching. And, God, the feeling of them all wanting me was amazing. I felt myself soar even higher, shooting towards my peak. But then I closed my eyes again and everything narrowed down to just him, and that was better still. Because—
I found his ear and whispered in it. “But only you get to have me.”
And that sent both of us over the edge. He kissed me deep and hard, rammed into me one more time, and wrapped his arms tight around me as we both came together. The room faded away as the orgasm roared through me, making me arch and tremble, but I could feel Radimir’s arms around me, holding me securely until I’d finished.
Radimir gently withdrew and set me down. I stood there for a moment panting, eyes still closed. By the time I’d opened them, he was pulling up his jockey shorts. I looked around at the crowd, my face heating...but no one looked shocked or judgey. They were all smiling and I felt...oddly proud. I slumped against Radimir, happy and drunk on endorphins. I felt closer to him than ever.
Then, over Radimir’s shoulder, I saw her: the dark-haired woman I’d locked eyes with just as Radimir entered me. This time, I recognized her. My eyes snapped wide. If she was here, then—
“You’re a long way from Chicago, Radimir,” said Konstantin from right beside me.
55
RADIMIR
Shit. I saw Bronwyn redden and she looked at the floor as if she wanted to drop right through it. My face heated, too: this wasn’t how I’d imagined us meeting. I took Bronwyn’s hand, straightened up and turned around. “Konstantin,” I said politely, looking him right in the eye.
He stared at me, inscrutable for a moment. The people around us had gone silent, peasants in the presence of the king. Even in just a pair of boxer shorts, the raw power rolled off the man. Then he inclined his head in a tiny nod and a smile tugged at his lips. Apparently, my lack of embarrassment had impressed him.