Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
He smacks me again three quick slaps to the same spot. The sting is sharp and does more to turn me on than punish me. He grins, raking his fingernails over my ass.
“You like this, Kat?” He spanks me again. “If I’d known…”
I hear the zipper of his jeans, and a moment later, I feel his length at my back.
“Watch. I want to see your eyes when I fuck you.”
I turn to the mirror as he spreads my ass open, and I moan at the length of him as he rubs himself through my folds.
“Fuck.” He sucks in a breath, and I’m panting. When I lean forward, he grips a handful of hair and tugs my head up. “I said I want to see your eyes when I fuck you.”
He pushes into me then. I’m still sore from last night, but he feels even bigger than last night, and I can’t get enough of him.
“I like fucking your tight little cunt, Katerina. I like coming inside your wet little cunt.”
He’s squeezing my ass cheek in one hand and pulling my hair with the other, and fuck, I want to come.
I slip my hand from the lip of the sink and slide it between my legs, and Lev grins a wicked grin.
“And that’s your punishment for this morning,” he says, smacking my ass one more time before taking my hand and pressing it back to the counter, trapping it as he fucks me hard. He grunts with each thrust, his cock so deep I swear I can feel it in my belly.
“I need…” I try to pull my hand free, but he laughs.
“You need to come, but you’re not going to.” His thrusts come faster, and I feel him thickening inside me. “You get to watch me come instead.”
Fuck.
My God. Fuck.
“Please!” I cry out, but his grip only tightens in my hair. He tilts my head to the side, and when he closes his mouth over my throat and stills inside me, I feel him throb, feel him empty. I watch his face, his beautiful, wicked face as he takes his fill of me, and I think I hate him and I love him at once. I want him. I want more of him. Him inside me like this.
When he’s finished, he blinks his eyes, then draws his head back.
He looks at the smear of red at my pulse and licks the spot he’s just been biting hard enough to break the skin. He lets go of my hair and holds both of my wrists behind my back as he pulls out of me.
I feel the gush of warmth as cum slides down my thighs, and I smell us. I smell sex and want, and I smell my own hunger. My need.
He leans in close to my ear. “Get in the shower and keep your hands off your pussy.”
When he lets go of my wrists and steps away, I have to grip the counter to stay upright.
He tucks himself back into his jeans and zips up.
I turn to him.
“You’re wasting water, Kat.” He gestures to the shower, wipes something from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then folds his arms across his chest and leans against the wall.
I move to strip off my jeans, embarrassed as he watches me, embarrassed at the smear of wet on the insides of my thighs. I step into the shower and go to pull the curtain closed, but he shakes his head.
“Nuh-uh. I want to watch. Make sure you don’t get yourself off when you wash my cum off you.”
Fuck.
I wash myself, embarrassed again, but also turned on.
He checks his phone. I don’t know if it’s a message, or he’s just checking the time. He did seem like he was in an awful rush this morning. He tucks his phone into his back pocket.
“That’s good enough,” he says, reaching in to switch off the water. He looks around for a towel, grabs one, and unfolds it.
I step out and let him wrap me in it. Let him dry me.
He walks me into my bedroom. “Get dressed before you get cold.”
I open a dresser drawer, then pull on panties, a pair of yoga pants, and a sweater. I don’t bother with a bra.
Lev is standing across the room, looking at something. He turns to me, picks up my phone, and holds it up.
“Nina texted you.”
Shit. He must have read what I texted her, and I have no idea what she texted back. My phone is so old it doesn’t have a lock screen so he’d be able to just get into it by clicking on the message.
He walks toward me and looks me over.
“Don’t ask her about me, understand?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not good, Kat. And I’m definitely not good for you. Stay away from the club. Stay pure.”