Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
She works to swallow. “Um…”
I wait because she seems unsure.
“I don’t know.”
I open my mouth and nip her pussy through her panties.
“No,” she says quickly, and I instantly back off. “Um, I just want… to, um, you know.” She flaps her hand and says something in Russian.
“Talk to me, Peaches.”
She darts to the bed and climbs on it. “Let’s… you know…”
“We might need to work on your dirty talk,” I tease, following her to the bed. I peel my sweater and t-shirt off over my head and toss them to the floor with Nadia’s clothes.
My dick is harder than a rock because Nadia is a wet dream in just her panties, but I leave my jeans on for the moment to remind myself this isn’t for me. It’s for her.
I would love to get her off with just my mouth or my fingers. Give her some pleasure without feeling the need to reciprocate.
“I don’t know dirty talk in English–”
I stop her with a kiss. “Kidding.” I kiss her again. “I was just teasing. You’re perfect, Peaches.”
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me down on top of her for more kissing. I press my thigh between her legs to give her some friction as I sweep my tongue between her lips.
She kisses me back–passionately. Breathlessly.
And then too breathlessly.
There’s a wild, mad scramble of limbs and nails and flying hair as a gasping Nadia fights her way out from beneath me.
“Nadia. Hang on. Are you okay?”
She struggles to breathe, her face turning red.
“Nadia, babe. Come here, let me help.”
It’s too late, though. She’s totally freaked. She scrambles off the bed and runs out of the room.
Nadia
Can’t. Breathe.
Blyad’. Blyad.’ Blyad’.
Metal machinery parts clash and bang between my ears. Chain links clack.
I run for the bathroom, terror seizing all of my body. I’m shaking all over, freezing cold, and can’t draw a breath for the life of me.
I knew it was Flynn, I wanted to be with Flynn, but then suddenly something transported me back to the sofa factory, and it was the cigar man on top of me, smothering me. Covering my mouth, so I couldn’t breathe.
Bozhe moi, I’m so embarrassed. And heartbreakingly disappointed. And I still can’t breathe. I struggle to get control of my body, but it won’t cooperate.
“Nadia!”
Gah. Flynn’s chasing me in here.
I try to shut the door on him, but he throws his arm between the door and the frame, keeping it from closing. I abandon my effort to shut him out and return to the more pressing concern–breathing. Trying to turn down the deafening clash of metal.
But I don’t want Flynn to see me this way.
Dammit, I wanted to have my fantasy where Flynn and I made love and the violent non-consensual acts in my past would just fade away.
“Please,” I gasp. “Pozhaluysta…please.” I grip the bathroom countertop and hang my head, wheezing for breath. Stars dance before my eyes. The room starts to spin.
I hear the front door open and close, but it doesn’t register.
Not until I hear the crack of a fist on flesh and see Flynn’s body slam against the bathroom wall.
“Stop it!” I scream in Russian, throwing myself between my very pissed-off brother and an offended Flynn.
I understand why Adrian attacked. It must look bad with me in nothing but my panties begging Flynn to leave me alone, but for God’s sake!
“Stop,” I repeat in Russian, bursting into tears. I’m thankful for the sobs because at least they move my breath.
I realize now I was struggling to inhale the whole time, but I couldn’t because I hadn’t let my breath out. My lungs were already full of old air.
My body didn’t even know how to breathe. That’s how disconnected I am from it. It’s no wonder after what happened to me. I had to leave my body just to keep my sanity those months I was chained in the basement of the sofa factory, pimped out as a sex slave in a country where I didn’t speak a word of the language.
I should turn to face Flynn. To apologize, but I’m too embarrassed. Too terribly, horribly humiliated.
I invited him into this. This crazy shit-show. I asked him to have sex with me as a favor, then I freaked out, and then my brother punched his face in.
“I’m going to kill him.” Adrian is still full of fury.
“Hold on.” Kat wraps her arms around him from behind, trying to hold him back. As if she’s any match for my brother.
Flynn gets back on his feet. “Dude, what the fuck?”
Adrian tries to lunge around me, but I block him. “I told you I would kill you if you touched her.”
Flynn is less worried about Adrian than he is about me. He yanks a towel down from the rack and drapes it over my shoulders. “Nadia.” He tries to turn me, but I can’t look at him. I jerk away, which only further activates Adrian.