Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She remembered the one time she had to stay up late, working on her lesson plan to present to the dean, and he had stayed up late with her because she had stupidly confided to him that she was worried about falling asleep.
“Wake up, Velvet.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” But actually, she had been.
“Of course you were. Focus on me, Velvet. Focus on my voice and if you are really feeling sleepy, focus on my long hard cock going into your beautiful sweet mouth. If I have your mouth stuffed with my cock, you wouldn’t be able to sleep, would you? You’d be too busy sucking.”
“You are so fucking obsessed with sex!” But his trick had worked, and she hadn’t been able to sleep because she had then been too busy trying not to think of her going down on him.
She remembered the time she had been suffering from a bad case of migraine. The pain had been so great she had been forced to take a day off.
“You sound like you are dying, dammit. Let me send a doctor to you.”
“Too tired. Argue. Please.”
“I can’t just do nothing when you’re clearly about to die!”
“Not. Dying. Asshole.”
Mykolas had laughed, but the sound had been shaky, making Velvet realize even in her weakened state that the Greek billionaire really was worried about her. “Will be. Okay.”
“Tell me what to do. Anything.”
Eyes still squeezed shut at the pain, body curled in a ball, she whispered without thinking, “Sing.”
“The fuck?”
“Sing...Taylor Swift.”
“I’m going to put the phone down now.”
She didn’t say anything.
A few moments later, “Are you fucking serious?”
“Please.”
“God. Damn. You.”
Vaguely, she heard Mykolas’ fingers tapping on his device.
“If you tell this to any living soul, I’ll strangle you. No, better yet, I’ll fuck you in front of the entire school and you will never find a job as a teacher again.”
Somehow, she had found the strength to smile. “Because you’re. An asshole. Two. Taylor. Swift. Songs.”
“God. Damn. You.”
But Mykolas had ended up singing three Taylor Swift songs that night.
“Velvet?”
Mykolas’ low frantic voice had Velvet crashing back to the present. Mykolas was cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Answer me, Velvet! Are you all right?”
Oh God.
She was in love with him.
Velvet looked at Mykolas and wanted to burst into tears. How could she be so stupid as to fall in love with a Greek billionaire? Hadn’t she learned anything from Mairi? Her friend had also fallen for one, and now she didn’t even have a job, and everyone thought she was Damen’s mistress.
She made herself look into Mykolas’ eyes. His eyes...those eyes...she wanted to drown in those—-
Velvet almost groaned.
Oh my God, had she just thought she wanted to drown in his fucking eyes?
“VELVET!”
She stammered, “I’m okay.”
Mykolas scowled. “Something’s not right. Why did you fall?”
I fell because I love—-
Velvet clamped her mouth shut.
His scowled darkened. “You are worrying me—-”
She shook her head. “No. I’m okay. I...I l...” I can’t say that! Oh my God, what’s happening to me? Why can’t I stop thinking about how much I love him?
“You l...what?”
“L...L...” Dammit, if he kept asking her, she would likely slip up and blurt out that she loved him. She loved Mykolas Sallis, the Greek billionaire who thought everyone could be bought. Riiiight. She could totally see that going down well with him.
“What?”
“L...let’s fuck!” Before she or Mykolas could say another word, Velvet threw her arms around him and covered his lips with hers.
Chapter Six
One moment, they were talking. The next, Velvet was tackling Mykolas to the floor and practically trying to rape him. That was normally a good thing, but it was also quite sudden, leaving him bemused and aroused at the same time.
“What the fuck’s gotten into you?” Mykolas demanded as he finally managed to wean Velvet off him.
She had a mulish, desperate expression on her face. “No more talking. Let’s just fuck. Please?”
“We’ll fuck in a moment. You’re crazy to think we won’t be doing it. But tell me—-”
Tell me.
Those words terrified her. She didn’t want to tell him anything. Discovering her feelings for him had turned her into such an emotional wreck, she was afraid she would end up blurting out her love if they talked some more.
“Mykolas, no more talking. Let’s just fuck. Please?” And so he wouldn’t argue, she reached behind her to unknot her bikini.
His eyes widened. “Are you insane?” he hissed. “A photographer could be watching us from anywhere! Do you want your topless photo showing up on the Internet tomorrow?” But Velvet didn’t show any signs of stopping. With a curse, Mykolas swiftly scooped her up in his arms just before her bikini top fell off her body. His arms tightened around her the same time she pressed herself against him, her soft bare breasts flattened against his chest.
A shudder ran through him as he carried her back down to the stateroom. Dio! That was a close call. No fucking way would he ever let any photographer see her naked! He looked down at Velvet in consternation. “What’s gotten into you?”