Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
My relief falters. It can’t be him. I can’t look into those eyes as he bleeds the life out of me. He should have sent Viktor. He should have sent anyone else.
“Do you no longer trust me?” he asks.
“Should I trust you?”
“Does it matter at this point?”
I shake my head. It doesn’t. He’s here. He found me. And whatever he decides, my fate is sealed.
“Come, zvezda,” he urges. “It’s time.”
“What if I say I don’t want to?”
His hand wavers, but he doesn’t retreat. “Then it would break my heart.”
“I didn’t realize you had a heart to break,” I whisper.
“Even monsters have hearts, my sweet.”
I know it’s true because a monster lives inside me too. I take his hand, and his fingers close around mine.
“You are sore?”
I nod, and Nikolai wraps his free arm around my waist. We walk together, and he takes me into the room where the stage props are stored. Behind the larger-than-life trees and one-sided building displays, he corners me.
When he touches my face, my eyes fall shut, and my chest heaves. He will probably strangle me. It’s an intimate way to die, and Nikolai is nothing if not intimate. He will want to see my face. Burn my skin with his fingers. Feel the last dull thump of my beating heart beneath his hands. His scent will be the last thing I breathe. His lips, the last thing I taste. And his skin, the last thing I feel.
A fresh tear leaks from the corner of my eye, but it’s bittersweet. I’m afraid that even in death, he will find a way to haunt me.
“Don’t cry, pet.” He wipes away the salty emotion with his thumb, smearing the evidence
into my skin.
“Will you make it quick and painless?” I ask.
His body cages me in, and his lips hover over mine. “It will be painless,” he murmurs. “But it won’t be quick.”
My heart leaps into my throat when he jerks me around and presses my face against the wall, his hands mauling my body as his lips come down on my throat.
“Nakya.” He grinds his erection against my ass while his fingers slip down between my legs, cupping me through the leotard.
“Tell me that you’re mine.”
“You already know I am,” I rattle.
His thumb drags over my clit while his teeth graze my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little ballerina. You better be quiet if you don’t want anyone to hear.”
The thought of someone catching us leaves me panting. Ragged breaths wrench from my chest when he yanks my leotard aside, ripping a hole in the tights. I’m scared, and I’m so swollen for him it hurts. Nikolai yanks me around like a doll, forcing my hips back and arching my spine forward.
The position drags my nipples against the fabric of my suit as he jostles me forward, rubbing his cock against the hole of my tights.
“Are you still pure for me?” he asks. “Are you still mine?”
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“Good girl, zvezda.” He pets my face and wraps his hand around my throat, forcing my head to arch back until my eyes meet his.
We stay like that while he squeezes his cock inside me, and I whine as my body adjusts to the size of him all over again. He is impatient, and my nerve endings scream when he drags himself out only to stuff me full again.
“Please, Nika,” I beg, unsure of exactly what I need.
“Don’t say please,” he growls. “Don’t cry or beg or tell me that this is wrong. Just be sweet and come on my cock.”
I don’t have a choice when he touches me with his fingers. I come for him, and it is without mercy. The orgasm leaves me in a state of total devastation, clutching his forearms to stay upright as he drives into me over and over again.
“My pussy. My tits. My ballerina.” He punctuates every declaration with a thrust. “Tell me yes.”
“Yes,” I shout.
He groans and buries himself as far as I can take him, his dick pulsing jets of hot cum deep inside my womb. His hands come around my waist, and he continues to fuck me, long after he has come, until his dick has gone soft and he has too.
His hands are gentle, and his lips are full of worship. I’m still holding my breath, afraid of what happens next. He will probably tell me he’s sorry before he ends my life. He will probably even mean it too.
“Nakya.” He kisses my ear. “Are you happy with this life? Are you happy with the freedom you have always wanted?”
His questions throw me off balance, and I revert to my natural protective instincts. “Yes, I’m happy.”
“You haven’t been taking care of yourself,” he murmurs.
“I … I’m fine.”
He removes himself from inside me and adjusts our clothing to a more appropriate state before turning me in his arms. There is no hiding from him now. Not when I face his eyes.