Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Such a good girl for me,” I murmured against her lips and broke away to kiss her jawline, then down her throat. I licked her pulse that beat wildly beneath her ear. God, she tasted incredible and smelled so good. Sweet, like cotton candy. “La mia piccola bambola Russa.” My little Russian doll.
She shivered beneath my touch as I traced her lower back, pushing up her shirt so I could reach more skin.
I moved my hands back up and framed her face, plunging my tongue into her mouth and forcing her to take all of me.
Tatiana wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she rose on her toes and pressed her petite, firm breasts against my chest.
There was no tenderness in my touches or kisses now. I couldn’t control myself to save my life, now that she surrounded me in all that was her. I didn't have the strength to do anything but allow my instincts to rule and take what I wanted.
Her.
I was raw, primal. A motherfucker full of dark intent.
I didn’t care that a war would ignite with her brothers by being with the Petrov princess. I didn't care because they didn’t frighten me.
I was just as powerful.
Just as dangerous.
“You make me feel so good,” she moaned and ran her hand up and down my chest. “You make me feel so… safe.”
She started breathing harder, and I stepped back, reaching for the whiskey bottle I’d set aside, and took a long pull from it.
“Take your shirt off,” I said and pointed the bottle at her like she needed more direction on what I wanted her to do. “Show me those tight, little tits. I want to see what I’ll be worshiping soon enough.”
I wasn’t going to fuck her. Not tonight. This was just the beginning of a slow and thorough seduction of Tatiana Petrov.
I patiently waited as I took another sip of whiskey, my throat nice and numb so there wasn’t a burn. Just smoothness.
“You want me to make you feel good?” I asked when she didn’t follow my order, but I could see she was scared… just not of me.
She ran that cute, little red tongue over her lips. “You’re already making me feel good.”
God. Why did that make my chest ache?
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl, saying all the right things. Now do as I say.”
Her hands trembled as she took hold of the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly. When her midriff was bare, she hesitated and looked at me.
I said nothing, my body tense, but it was from the fucking excitement I felt about all the devious things I’d do to her. Starting with eating out that no-doubt pretty pussy as soon as I got her naked.
“Faster,” I gritted out when she still didn’t move, not hiding my growing irritation that she wasn’t obeying me fast enough.
I saw the fiery resolve in her eyes as she finally lifted her shirt and pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts were small but pert, her nipples a dark-reddish shade and so fucking hard my mouth watered to taste them.
I took another drink before saying, “Now the pants. Lose them because I’m about to bury my face between your thighs, and they’re in my way.”
There was no way I wouldn’t be jerking off to the sight of those perfect breasts later on, when I was alone and needed a quick “Tatiana fix.”
Fuck, my cock’s gonna be sore.
She moved her hands to the waistband of her panties and pants, but before she pushed them down, I told her to go slow. I wanted to fucking enjoy the show, now that I finally knew exactly what her tits looked like. I’d been imagining them for a week, and the reality was so much better than what my mind conjured.
When she was totally naked in front of me, I licked my lips at the sight of her pussy. She had a landing strip of dark, trimmed hair and was bare everywhere else. “Such a beautiful girl, Tatiana.”
I couldn’t take my focus off her pretty, feminine slit and how her lips were so glossy, small beads of her desire already dripped down her inner thighs.
My cock was like granite as she shifted, her nervousness evident. The sleek lines of her legs turned me on, so much I grabbed my cock through my pants.
Her eyes widened in shock as she watched me touch myself, making me feel deviant in the best way. Could she see how big I was? Did she know it would hurt when I shoved it deep into her cunt?
I could have come in my slacks from the sight of her expression alone.
To want her the way I did, to want to own her, to claim and defile my girl, made no fucking sense.