Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Ahh. There we go. There’s the truth.
“Is that what you want?”
My dick is painfully hard. I want her. I want her so fucking bad.
Her eyes blaze into mine. “Then prove it.”
Her voice is a mixture of anger and challenge, and I can’t resist any longer. I grab her wrist and yank her to me. The shock in her eyes only fuels my desire.
When she digs in her heels and tries to get away, I lift her up and toss her over my shoulders. She screams and pounds at my back, so I step out the first exit that takes us to the garden.
“Let me down!” she yells. I know now that her protests and screams are part of our dance. She pushes, and I don’t yield. I push back, and she melts. She’s at my mercy.
It’s better than I ever fucking imagined.
I stalk out the back door toward the garden. It’s turned into a cool evening, in stark contrast to the heat of her temper. She’s so cute and would probably hate it if I told her so. She’s like a little petulant kitten who didn’t get her way, trying to claw in retribution with barely there claws.
I stop near a large oak tree, its branches providing a canopy that shields us from onlookers. I push her against the rough bark, my body pressed into hers, trapping her in. “You want me to prove it?”
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, one hand gripping her hair while the other slides down the length of her curvy body. I groan into her mouth, my dick throbbing as she gasps against my lips. She bites down, the taste of copper in my mouth.
I growl and move my hand under her dress. I rip away her panties in one tear.
“Viktor!”
Her voice is breathless, but there’s no turning back now. I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist, and press her harder against the tree. The rough bark bites into her back when I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other undoing my belt. I yank it out of the loops and loop it in my fist.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you need it.”
She glares up at me, her chest heaving. “I hate you.”
I snap the belt across her thigh. My dick throbs when she yelps as I lower my mouth to her ear. “Liar.”
With one hand still holding her wrists, I yank out my cock and position myself at her entrance. Teasing her. Relishing the way she squirms. Her body arches as if subconsciously begging me to come closer, but I hold back.
I want to savor this. Her frustration. Her need.
“Damn it,” she says, her voice almost a moan. A plea. “Just do it.”
“You want me?”
I tease her entrance with the head of my cock. Her wet heat is driving me wild.
“Yes, fine, fucking yes,” she growls, shaking her head at me. “Do it, you jerk.”
I slap her again with the belt. “Watch that mouth before I give you another use for it,” I growl in her ear. I whip her again until she’s whimpering and needy, clinging to me.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, drawing a cry from her. I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust marking her as mine. “Feel that? Is that fucking clear enough? Do you feel how much I want you?”
She moans, her nails scraping into my back. I relish the taste of pain as I bury myself inside her. I close my eyes and groan. I’ve imagined this, imagined having her, but it felt so out of reach, and it never felt this fucking good.
I release her wrists and wrap my hands around her hips, yanking her to me to pull her closer. Deeper.
Her hands grip my head, her legs tightening around me as she meets my thrusts. The garden muffles the slap of our bodies colliding.
“Viktor… I… I can’t,” she pants.
“Let go. Let yourself fucking go.”
With a shuddering cry, she breaks. Submits. Yields. Her body convulses around me as she reaches her climax. I follow on her heels, muffling my own cries in her hair as she rests her head in the crook of my neck.
“You see?” I whisper. “You’re mine. You’ll accept that eventually. Now, get over my move to bring out our enemies. The only purpose is to keep you safe. You’re already mine, Lydia. Mine.”
I kiss her, and the world fades. She trembles slightly as if she’s crying, but when I pull away, her eyes are only shining brightly on me, and there are no tears.
I know she feels it—the pull between us, the twisted bond that holds us together.
“When we get back, everybody's going to know that something happened,” she says, tossing her beautiful hair. I’m hit with a faint floral, seductive scent that is all Lydia.