Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
He takes a breath. And I feel a sense of relief pulsing through me.
The dress is one that he picked, Magda informed me. Not something I’d ever worn before. Black embroidered tulle with an exposed back. It’s expensive and flashy. Alexei wants to show me off tonight. As his wife.
A part of me questioned if it was because Katya would be there. But the response from him now tells me otherwise.
He moves towards me as if he can’t help himself. Magda smiles and steps to the side as his fingers find my cheek and skate down over my neck.
“You are so lovely, Solnyshko,” he tells me.
I reach for his waist and touch him too. My hands against his warmth. And for a moment, we just look at each other. I want to believe that I’m not the only one who feels this pull between us, but I’ve been wrong before.
I’ve been so wrong.
My heart is beating too hard. Too fast. And I need to think of something else.
“What does it mean?” I ask.
“What?”
“Solnyshko?”
He pulls me closer still, his lips hovering over my ear. “It means little sun.”
He kisses my ear and pulls away, resuming his activities of dressing for the outdoors. Once he has finished, he takes me by the hand and leads me from the door.
Franco is already outside where two separate cars are parked and waiting. He’s examining one of them, checking underneath and all around it. I swallow and glance up at Alexei, who is already staring at me.
“It is okay,” he tells me. “Just a routine safety check.”
I nod, and he leads me to the car and deposits me in the passenger side. Then he kneels down beside me and captures my leg in his hand.
“Give me your foot,” he tells me.
It is a strange request from him, but I don’t argue. I stretch out my leg over his muscular thigh, my heel dangling in the cool evening air. He removes the shoe and does the unexpected. Dragging his fingers down the center, the most sensitive part, before he removes a switchblade from his pocket.
“You will want this tonight,” he tells me. “But only a little bit.”
How he can know this about me is unnerving. But he does. He sees my anxiety at the prospect of leaving this sanctuary.
“Only a little bit,” he tells me as he drags the knife to the ball of my foot. “And only the first time, Solnyshko.”
I nod, and he scratches the sensitive flesh with the blade. Not even to draw blood. But enough to sting. And then he leans down and presses his lips to the curve at the top of my foot.
I watch in fascination as he puts the heel back into place and directs me to press down onto the ball of my foot. Until I feel the pain that I will need at some point tonight.
“Good?” he asks.
I nod, and he puts the knife away before buckling me in and closing the door. He speaks with Franco for a few moments, and then climbs inside with me, the scent of him mixing with the rich leather interior. The headlights of the car behind us follows as we leave the house, and I know that Franco is coming too. Though why he is driving separately, I’m not entirely sure.
“I thought it would be more comfortable this way,” Alexei answers my unspoken thought. “It is a long drive.”
I nod and sink back in the seat, turning my attention towards him.
“It’s not a good name for me,” I tell him. “Solnyshko. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“It makes perfect sense to me.”
That’s the only answer I get before his hand is on my thigh. He glances at me, his eyes moving over me as his hand slides up. Further and further until it’s between my legs.
“Pull your dress up,” he instructs me. “I want to look at you.”
I do as he asks because I always do with Alexei. I lift my hips and bring the dress up so the material falls around my waist, giving him full access to me.
He isn’t shy about what he wants. He just takes. But with Alexei, it never feels like he is taking anything from me. But rather, giving instead.
His hand cups the matching lace thong and his thumb pushes the material against me. I don’t make a sound, but my hips jerk and inside I’m begging him for more.
I like it when he touches me.
When he makes me forget. And makes me feel alive too. His hand on me is large. And I feel safe with him. He doesn’t let me get away with anything. But he doesn’t hurt me either.
“You are wet for me already,” he says, his voice husky.
I don’t reply, and he doesn’t say anything else either. His fingers move the thong aside and slip inside of me. Casually playing with me while he drives. His eyes on the road, his forearm flexing as his hand moves inside of me.