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)
Her lips twisted in a smirk. “I would, but since the tragic fate of my paintings was apparently none of my business, then I can’t see how my dealings with another man is any of yours,” she fired back before turning and reaching for the doorknob again.
I barely heard her over the primal scream shrieking in my head.
That she would keep from me that another man, let alone another Russian, had threatened her sent me over the edge.
It was past time she learned who was in charge.
After wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her away from the door and over to the bed.
“Let go of me!” she cried out as her arms swung out.
I complied, but only because I needed to reach for the buckle to my belt. “You’re not leaving this room until we come to an understanding.”
Her eyes focused on my hands as they slipped the leather strap through the metal buckle. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I whipped the belt out from the jean loops, folded it in half, and snapped it. “Teaching you the lesson you should have learned the first time I disciplined you.”
“Over my dead body.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Hampered by the sheet, her attempt to escape was quickly thwarted. I sat on the edge of the bed and tossed her over my lap. Ignoring her cry of outrage, I tore the sheet off her body, exposing the soft ivory skin of her backside.
Her head turned as she looked at my raised arm. “Don’t you dare hit me with—”
My belt came down on her ass with a satisfying smack.
She threw her hand behind her to cover her flesh. “Ow!”
My fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her arm higher to anchor it at her lower back while I raised my arm again. This time I aimed the belt slightly lower, catching the curve of her ass.
She cried out.
A gorgeous pink flush blossomed over her skin.
“I will not stand by and allow your willful disobedience to put you in danger. Do you understand me?” I used my belt to whip the underside of her bottom and the top of her thighs.
“I hate you!”
The bedroom echoed with the sound of leather against flesh as I gave her several more thwacks with my belt. Tossing the leather strap aside, I ran my palm over her curves, soothing the ache even as the warmth of her punished skin caused my cock to harden.
With my hands around her waist, I lifted her off my lap and onto her back in the center of the bed. “Let’s see if I can make you eat those words by feasting on this sweet pussy of yours.”
With a shriek of outrage, she kicked out at me. “Stay away from me, you… you… brute! You painting murderer!”
“Krichi skol’ko khochesh’, krasavitsa. Eto tol’ko zastavlyayet menya yeshche bol’she khotet’, chtoby ty konchil mne na yazyk.”
Her mouth fell open as she closed her arms over her chest. “Did you just threaten to kill me?”
I smiled. “Only if you count the little death.”
My hands wrapped around her calves and forced her legs open as I bent her knees. With my head between her thighs, I pushed my tongue against her pussy lips.
Her hips bucked, trying to dislodge me.
I shifted my hands over her thighs to cup her ass.
She cried out as I pressed the tips of my fingers into her belt-warmed flesh. “Behave,” I growled against her cunt, before swiping my tongue over her clit.
Vivian moaned.
She could fight me all she wanted, but I knew she couldn’t resist my touch—or my tongue.
Flicking her clit with a rapid up and down motion with the tip of my tongue, I punctuated each delicate change in pressure with a squeeze of my hands on her ass, wanting her to feel the stimulating mix of pleasure and pain.
It didn’t take long for her to drive her hands into my hair and pull as she pushed her hips up against my mouth.
Her cries of pleasure were like music to me.
Before the final throes of her orgasm were over, I leaned over her supine body and slammed my mouth down onto hers, wanting her to taste the proof of her own arousal on my lips. My tongue teased hers like I’d teased her clit, with flicks and swirls and bites as I pushed two, then three fingers inside of her wet pussy, extending the delicious ripples of her release.
Finally, breathing heavily, she turned her head to the side, breaking our kiss. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Dammit. You’re a real arrogant bastard, you know that?”
Refusing to take her bait, I slipped to the side of her body and cupped her breast, teasing the nipple by rolling it between two of my fingers. “Tell me about this other Russian.”
She stilled. “You’ll get mad.”