Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
She moaned again, enjoying my lack of control as I fucked her throat until I damn near came down it.
My hands went to her hair, pulling her back until my cock slid from her lips with a little pop, then kept going until she had no choice but to get to her feet to ease the sting.
My lips crashed down on hers, hard, borderline brutal.
But she kissed me back in kind. Like it was the damn end of the world. Like we would never be able to do this again.
My hands were all over her then, grabbing her ass, grazing her breasts.
She pulled back long enough to let me pull off her shirt. Her bra went next. Her shorts. Her panties.
Her skin was hot. Her body was trembling.
There was no making it to the damn bedroom.
This time, I was the one dropping to my knees.
I pulled her leg over my shoulder, opening her up for me, then teasing my tongue up her cleft until I was circling her clit, working her quick and relentless. The goal wasn’t to drag it out, but to get her to the edge as quickly as possible.
I licked, sucked, slipped my fingers inside her, and fucked her until her thighs were shaking, until her fingers were digging into my skull, until she was crying out and coming against my mouth.
Este sank back against the wall, panting for breath, eyes closed, giving me a chance to slide on protection before moving against her, gliding my cock against her slick center.
Her pretty eyes flew open as a surprised whimper escaped her.
Her need ratcheted right back up.
Her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me closer as I lifted her thigh and pinned it wide to the wall of the elevator.
“Please, Saul. Please,” she begged, rocking, shaking.
I couldn’t turn down a pretty plea like that now could I?
I slammed deep inside her, both our groans filling the small space.
All there was then was sensation.
Hands sliding, gripping, lips pressing, breaths mingling, sweat-slicked bodies moving together.
Until we were both gasping, groaning, coming.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head coming down on her shoulder as our bodies trembled in the aftermath.
“I—” she started.
But then we both heard it.
Voices outside the front door.
The key in the lock.
“Shit,” I said, reaching out to slam my fist into the elevator button.
We broke apart, both gathering lost clothes.
The elevator stopped.
I yanked up the door.
We both glanced out.
Then ran, half (and in Este’s case, fully) naked down the hall toward my room.
Este’s laugh floated backward to me, making my own lips curve up as we rushed into my room and slammed the door.
It was right then that I was sure of it.
I was falling.
Hell, I’d fallen hard.
And I never fucking wanted it to stop.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Este
One thing about a budding relationship with someone new is that you can always use your body to distract them from pressing you for information.
And it was a mutually enjoyable distraction.
I needed it, to be honest.
I’d been up most of the night, staring at the door, paranoid it might fly open when my bosses decided they couldn’t let me live after all.
It was the one night I didn’t mind all the damn renovating. At least someone would hear me if I screamed.
As if sensing my anxiety, Trix had lain across me all night and had even let me sleep in past her breakfast time when I did finally catch an hour or two in the early morning.
I’d gone through the motions of the day on autopilot, almost feeling like the events of the night before couldn’t have possibly happened.
But then it was time to go to work.
I took my car, as instructed, parking in a spot near the front. My paranoia needed an easy escape route.
Before I was even fully outside, Konstantin was moving out and telling me to pop my trunk.
My finger slid to the button automatically, then I watched as he loaded a big box into the back before casually walking back into the building like nothing at all had happened.
My curiosity forced me to look. Sure enough, buried under several layers of newspapers was an inconceivable amount of money.
I folded the box closed, then tossed some stuff over it in the trunk out of pure paranoia.
I made my way inside, confused for a moment when I wasn’t greeted by the usual click-clack of heels and a disapproving face.
Of course, Irina wasn’t there.
I’d told the brothers that she’d stolen from them.
My heart lurched, imagining her in that bunker, chained and ball-gagged, but with no hope of walking away.
The guy too, whoever he was.
I’d done that.
I’d turned them in.
Sold their lives for my own.
A strangled cry bubbled up and burst out of me as my head whipped around to look at the brothers.
“You killed them,” I said, spotting the split lip, the bruised jaw.
“Killed whom?” Ice Cold Konstantin asked with a sort of bored look in his eye.