Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I beat my fists against his chest. “Stop! Let me go!”
He wrapped his hand around my neck. “Never.”
Spinning us around, he held me suspended in his arms, my own body weight pushing me down on his cock as he pounded into me with a primal intensity.
And oh, my fucking God, I was here for it. There was no point calling out to God, because I knew deep down I was going straight to hell for how I was feeling in this moment. It was dirty and twisted and so wrong. My body didn’t care.
I twisted my fingers into his shoulder-length hair and yanked hard.
His head wrenched back as he bared his teeth, but he kept thrusting until we both came, filling the shower chamber with our mutual cries.
Still breathing heavily, I slowly slid down his body to stand on shaking legs, but when I tried to move away, he tightened his grasp. “Don’t.”
“But—”
“Just… don’t, Vivian.”
With a submissive sigh, I relented and gave into the strength of his arms as I rested my head against his heartbeat.
While I stood there in his embrace, he washed my hair. His strong fingers massaged my scalp as he worked up a thick, creamy lather before easing my head back under the shower stream.
Before I could move, he lathered a natural sponge with liquid soap and swirled it over my back.
A moan escaped my lips.
He moved his hand lower, swirling it over my ass, then my hips, then between my legs.
As he moved his hand to caress my breasts with the sponge, I blinked my eyes open. “You know this can’t last.”
“Shhh. Don’t talk.”
I leaned my head against his wet chest. “Var, the only reason I’m even here is because I needed to search for my missing paintings, because that man threatened me about finding them.”
He placed a finger under my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. “You’re here because I want you here.”
My chest contracted as I tried to force air into my lungs. I swallowed and asked through clenched teeth to try to stop myself from shaking, “And when I want to leave?”
His eyes darkened as the ghost of a smile curved his lips. He rubbed his thumb across my lower lip. “What do you think, krasivaya?”
I shivered despite the hot water and the warmth of his arms. “You can’t just keep me here, Var.”
When he stretched out his arm beside me, I flinched.
He raised a single eyebrow as he lifted the shampoo bottle and showed it to me. Pouring a small amount into his palm, he lathered his hair before rinsing it.
“Are you going to answer me?”
He tilted his head as he stared at me. “I didn’t think it required a response.”
I crossed my arms over my naked breasts. “I’d like to hear one.”
Var leaned down and kissed my forehead. “At least in this, trust me, little one. You don’t want to hear my response to that question. I promise you, you won’t like it.”
Acting as if he hadn’t basically just admitted to holding me captive in this relationship, he unfurled a large, fluffy black towel and wrapped it around my shoulders before getting his own towel.
As I stood still, he used another towel to squeeze the excess water out of my hair.
Part of me wanted to stamp my foot and tear the towel apart with my teeth as I threw a right proper temper tantrum like a child. The other part of me just wanted to be sheltered in his arms, as he cared for me.
He tossed the hair towel aside. “Come. I’m sure you’re tired.”
Clutching my towel to my breasts, I pushed my luck as I turned my back on him and exited the shower. “Yes, it’s been a long night. I should get home.”
Without warning, he swept me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. “You really are adorable.”
With me still in his embrace, he leaned down and flipped the covers back before tossing me in the center of the bed.
I leaned up on my elbows. “Would there be any point in arguing that I want to go home?”
He turned out the light and joined me in the bed. “None whatsoever.”
His arm wrapped around my middle and pulled me against his chest.
I laid there for a moment. “This discussion isn’t over, Var.”
His sigh ruffled my still damp hair. “I know, Vivian.”
“I’m staying here because it’s late and my clothes are sticky. This doesn’t mean you’re my boyfriend or anything.”
His arm tightened around my waist. “Good, because the last thing I want to be is your boyfriend.”
I started.
Well, what the hell did that mean?
Ignoring the fact that he had actually agreed with me, I huffed. “I’ll have you know I’m great girlfriend material.”
His chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Don’t fool yourself, baby girl. You’re terrible girlfriend material.”