Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
She gave a tiny intake of breath and her eyes went wide. I frowned. Christina’s acting had suddenly gotten a lot better. She really did seem shocked and nervous...and turned on. I didn’t know how she’d done it, but I loved it.
I watched as her bra slipped free, her breasts bobbing and swaying. They did seem bigger, or maybe I’d just forgotten how beautiful they were. Full and heavy and creamily pale...I couldn’t wait to fill my hands with them.
Only one little scrap of clothing remained. My eyes locked on that triangle of fabric between her thighs. I couldn’t remember ever having been this turned on, watching her undress. Or watching any woman undress. Since she got back, she had some hold over me….
I clenched my jaw. Those sorts of feelings could be the end of everything. Maybe I should just tell her to leave. It would be fatal to become attached: our “relationship” was never meant to be that. But...as the fabric started to move down her body, pushed a few millimeters at a time by her shaking hands, I knew there was no way I could do that. I needed to see her, needed to touch her.
She’d stopped moving the panties. “Go on,” I told her. “Unless you want me to rip them off you.”
21
Hailey
OH GOD. I couldn’t believe I was stripping in front of him. I’d got naked for sex, of course, but that was clothes coming off in a hurried tangle at the last minute, not stripping while being watched.
The moment when I’d unhooked my bra had been terrifying. What if he doesn’t like me? And yet as soon as it was off and my bare breasts were throbbing in the air, the heat of his gaze just bathed me, washing over the valley of my cleavage and the sides of my breasts, stroking over my nipples. It was a rush like nothing I’d ever experienced. And the way he’d kissed my scar: that had been like a weight lifting from me. I’d been self-conscious about it for my whole adult life.
Now he wanted my panties gone, too, and I knew it wasn’t an idle threat. He really would rip them off me if I didn’t do it myself. And a little part of me almost wanted to shake my head and refuse so that he’d have to reach down with one big hand and gather them and tug—
What the hell is wrong with me? I pushed my panties down my thighs and let them fall to the floor, then stepped out of them. I looked up into his eyes….
He glanced down between my legs and gave a little shake of his head. But he didn’t look angry, like he had in his study. He was smirking. I looked down—
I hadn’t even been aware of it, but I was holding my hand over my groin to cover myself. And he was telling me that was unacceptable.
I moved my hand slowly aside and felt the heat of his gaze there. It soaked into me and became a deep, needful ache.
“You let it grow back,” he murmured, sounding fascinated.
Oh crap. I’d never even considered that. I keep everything neat, but from the sound of it, Christina must have been waxed completely smooth. I nodded.
“I like it.” I could hear the growing lust in his voice. He stepped right up to me, until one polished shoe was between my bare feet and the soft fabric of his pant leg was just brushing my pussy lips. He bent to whisper in my ear. “Now,” he said. “Get on the bench. You’re going to show me that you’re still my dirty shlyukha.”
I didn’t speak Russian but I could have a pretty good guess what shlyukha meant. I followed his gaze to the kneeling bench. As soon as I looked at it, my breathing sped up. A hot rush swept through my body and in its wake I felt a tug. An ache, deep inside me, a need. Maybe it had been there ever since I started watching Konstantin, but I’d never allowed myself to feel it until now. He’s going to tie me up, fuck me, make me his plaything and—
And I want him to.
I felt as if the floor had dropped out from under me and I was plunging down into scary, wonderful blackness. How could I not know this about myself?!
“Get on the bench,” he repeated. He ran his hand down my back, cupped my ass, and pushed me forward.
The air was suddenly thick and heavy. I could hear my pulse crashing in my ears. I put one knee on the padded leather….
The door flew open and crashed against the wall.
22
Konstantin
I WHIRLED AROUND and my glare made the guard take a step back. Normally, I wouldn’t be angry at them for interrupting sex. For them to disturb me down here, it had to be an emergency. But I wasn’t thinking clearly...thanks to her.