Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“You can,” he says with certainty. “And you will. You don’t tell your husband no, little swan, not when he’s punishing you. Do you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave?” Leaning in, he bites my shoulder. I scream and push, but I can’t get away. Heat thrums in my veins, my body taut, arousal licking at every sensitive part of me with such intensity I can’t breathe.
“Thank you.”
I gasp. “For… what?”
“I’m going to enjoy every second of making you behave.”
I know this is a game we play, a dance that we love, but a part of me wonders where he ends and I begin. If I begged him to stop, would he?
But my body’s telling him a different story. My arousal trickles down my leg, my clit painfully hard and throbbing. I’m so turned on that even the teasing touch of his tongue would send me flying into orgasm right now.
My eyes squeeze shut as warmth and heat flood my senses. I want this. I do. I love walking the line of fear and arousal, terror and excitement, never knowing what he’s going to do next. There’s something about the unabashed way he claims my body with his that makes me feel like I’m the center of his whole world.
Bending so that his mouth is to my ear and his warm, hot body fully encompasses mine, he whispers, “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
On instinct, I obey, and with the next breath, he glides into me. Slowly. Easing. It isn’t painful like I expect, but it feels so wrong, and my cheeks flame. “You kinky son of a bitch.” I gasp around a wicked grin. His rare, deep chuckle makes me smile as he thrusts inside me.
“Are you going to come?” he asks.
Am I? I feel so full, so aroused, but on edge. “I need a minute.”
“Good,” he says with dark approval. “Because you’re not allowed to until I tell you. If you do, you’ll regret it, Anissa.”
He glides into me again, and my clit throbs. Again, and my mouth falls open. I start to beg him to let me come when he pulls out. I mewl at the loss of him and slam the bed in frustration.
“Rafail!”
“You know the rule,” he says with a grunt, stroking himself behind me. “Bend over. Take me. I want to mark you before we leave this room.”
I throw myself over the edge of the bed, half-blind with arousal, when he grunts and moans. His hot seed spills on my back and glides over my ass as he comes hard and fast.
“That’s it, angel,” he says as he strokes himself again. “That’s what I want to remember when you sit by me today. You, wearing my mark.”
“Rafail,” I moan. “Oh my god.”
I’m still on the edge of coming, so aroused I can hardly think of anything else.
“I’ll let you come after you show me what a good girl you are.” He bends and kisses my cheek. “And I promise you, it’ll be worth the wait.” He leaves me on the bed, and I contemplate what he will do if I make myself come.
Yeah. Not worth it.
Fuck.
When he comes back, he has a folded towel in his hand. I scowl at him.
“No pouting, baby,” he says with a self-satisfied smile. It’s so rare for him to smile that when he does, it feels like the sun shining down after a long winter. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
He wipes me off before he presses his hand to my lower back. “I’ll dress you. Stay right here.” He bends down and whispers in my ear. “And if you touch yourself without permission, you’ve broken a cardinal rule. Don’t test me, Anissa.”
“What rule is that?” I yell at his retreating back when he goes to fetch my clothes.
And all of it, damn near all of it, is almost worth the torture when he turns back to stare at me, his fiery gaze sparking. “No one touches what’s mine.”
I stare at him. I think I love him. I’ve fallen for this veritable beast of a man, every grumpy, growly inch of him. I’ve fallen, and I’ve fallen hard.
And I’m not the only one.
My mind whirs with this realization while he gets clothes from the closet and dresses me. I hardly even notice until I look down to see I’m wearing a dress.
“A dress?” I ask.
“I love seeing you wear a dress.” His rough lips graze my cheek. “Better access. Now. We’re heading downstairs. Rodion and Zoya need help with a few things, and then you and I are heading into town.”
My jaw drops. He’s letting me out of the house again?
Still wearing his cum?
“Rafail,” I whisper. “Are you serious?”
“Of course.”
“Why?” I whine.
“I have a business meeting, and it’s in my family’s best interest if you join me.” He gives me a wicked smile. Tipping his head to the side, he clucks his tongue. “Surely, you don’t have any plans on disobeying your husband in public, do you?”