Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
"Eventually, I'll take you here," Semyon says, pressing his thumb to my asshole. Oh my god. I am definitely not ready for that. "I need to ease you into that. I will," he promises.
"Open for me, baby. I want to taste you again. I want to bury my nose in your pussy and lick you until you scream."
I want that too.
I do what he says, and he arranges himself beneath me. My grip on the iron bar of his bed makes my knuckles white. I gasp for breath when he licks my clit and shoves his fingers into the slick heat of my pussy.
There's a hint of pain at first before he makes it better, rocking his fingers in and out of me. I know he finds just the right spot when a wave of pleasure makes my clit ache. He uses the slightest touch of his teeth on my sensitive flesh, teasing, licking and sucking before he pulls his mouth away, cups my ass in his hands, and says in a low rasp, "If you move away from me, I'll punish you by bringing you to the edge and leaving you there. Is that what you want, little Anya?"
I shake my head, my mouth dry. I want him. I want everything.
He licks my clit and plunges his fingers inside me. My hips jerk, my body riding the tension, but I don’t move my hands.
"Good girl," he growls. "That's my good girl."
He pumps his thick fingers in and out, his thumb teasing my asshole before he flicks my clit with his tongue. "My fucking god, you taste divine." He groans, then plunges his tongue into my core, fucking me with it. It feels so good. I don't want it to stop, but I can already feel myself hurtling toward release—quickly, uncontrollably.
"Beg me. Beg me to eat your pussy until you come on my face," he growls between my legs. "Beg me, Anya.”
"Please." My voice is a hoarse whisper. "Please—"
He’s still beneath me, still holding my ass in his palm.
"You can do better than that," he says in a low, teasing growl. "I know you can. Can't you, baby?"
“S-Semyon… make me come," I plead, trying harder. "I want you so badly. Please."
"Better. You're getting there."
He pumps into me again, fingers deep inside. I climax, clenching hard around him. My clit throbs, and I'm coming so hard I can't breathe. I jerk my hips on his mouth, relishing the feel of teeth and stubble and tongue—harsh, soft, perfect. He licks and suckles me until I’m spent, absolutely wrung out with pleasure. I collapse onto the bed, exhausted, as he lies beside me, still hard.
"I want you in me again," I whisper.
"Not now," he says. Rejection settles heavily across my chest, but I nod. I need to be good. I can do this.
But it doesn’t feel right. I like him inside me. I like knowing he wants me, that he needs me. I ache to be filled by him again.
I’ve always remembered his voice as cold, his eyes distant. But when he turns away from me now, his face is tortured. My vision blurs from exhaustion.
“Sleep, Anya. It’s time to go to sleep.”
My eyes are closed, but I’m still awake as I feel him moving around the room. Undressing me. Brushing my hair. A warm cloth between my legs. I fade into sleep.
The room is dark but familiar.
“Semyon, please.”
The words claw at my chest. My face pales as I suddenly see her. My mother. She's standing, gasping. I go to her, but I can’t reach her. No. No, this isn't how she died. Why is she here now? Why is this happening?
I reach for her, but the more I try to get to her, the farther away she moves. Semyon stands in the doorway, shaking his head.
"Help her!" I scream. "Help her!"
She clutches her chest and falls to the table, crying out to me.
"Anya… take care of everyone. Watch out for your brothers.”
She falls from the chair to the floor. I scream for Semyon again, but he doesn’t help. He turns and walks away without looking back.
I wake in a cold sweat, my heart racing. I scan the room in a panic. It takes me a minute to remember where I am.
Cold. Austere. Black and steel.
Semyon’s room.
My husband.
I'm alone.
I close my eyes as tears well up and spill over.
"I'm sorry, Mama. I tried."
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing sleep to come, but I’m wide awake now. I wonder where Semyon has gone. The memory of our earlier lovemaking is shadowed by all that’s passed.
My mind races, sliding pieces and memories together.
I’ve told myself for years that Semyon could’ve prevented Eli’s fall into ruin. My mother begged him to help. If Eli hadn’t fallen, my mother never would’ve died. She never would’ve…
I shake my head. I can’t think about that now. I can’t.