Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I wipe out the fucker’s touch and replace it with my own because I need my woman to only think of me.
“You’re mine, Rosalie,” I say with every ounce of possessiveness she makes me feel. “Your body belongs to me.”
Relief trickles into her eyes as she wraps her left arm around my neck. With her mouth close to mine, she whispers, “My heart and soul too. I’m yours.”
Never breaking eye contact, I pull my finger out before thrusting back inside her. Where she was dry a second ago, her desire starts to coat my finger. I press my thumb to her clit and rub circles around the nerves.
“How does that feel, moya Malen'kaya Roza?”
Her chin quivers, but desire lights up her eyes. “So much better.”
I pull my hand from her leggings, and bringing my finger to my mouth, my lips close around the digit, and I suck her arousal off. “So fucking sweet.”
Rosalie’s expression turns pleading. “I need you.”
The caveman in me wants to pound my chest and roar to the world that this woman is mine, then fuck her senseless and brand her with my cock. But Rosalie doesn’t need an arrogant dick right now.
Taking hold of her chin, I press a tender kiss to her lips, then say, “Take control, baby. I know you need it.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “You’ll let me boss you around?”
I pretend to look at the time. “Only for the next hour. So you better–”
“Undress, Mr. Vetrov,” she orders, a playful smile on her beautiful face. Then she pretends to frown. “Before I lose my temper.”
Lifting an eyebrow at her, I shove my sweatpants down my legs and step out of them. “You’re hot when you’re bossy,” I encourage her, my cock already rock hard for her.
She points to the bed. “Lie down.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tease her as I obey her command.
If any of my men saw me now, they’d piss themselves laughing, but I couldn’t give two fucks. I’ll do just about anything to help her heal.
Lying down on my back, the head of my cock bounces, the precum already dripping from it.
Rosalie climbs onto the bed and straddles my thighs, then she gives me a nervous look before she lowers her head and presses a kiss to my cock.
“Blyadʹ,” I hiss.
“Do you like that?” she asks, her breath caressing the sensitive head.
“Baby, I like your mouth anywhere near my cock.”
Her lips curve into a smile, then her tongue darts out to capture the bead of precum.
My cock jerks, desperate for more attention.
“That’s right, baby,” I praise her.
She has to keep herself up with her left arm, so she can’t wrap her fingers around me.
Reaching down, I take hold of my cock and pump it once. Rosalie’s eyes widen, then she admits, “That’s freaking hot.”
I pump my cock again, and when her lips part and close around the head, I brush my thumb over her lips that are stretched around my girth.
“Jesus, moya Malen'kaya Roza. Your mouth is heaven,” I praise her.
When she sucks hard, my ass lifts off the bed, thrusting deeper into her mouth. I itch to grab her hair so I can keep her in place and fuck her mouth, but conscious of the concussion she’s recovering from, I fist the covers instead.
Rosalie sucks harder, earning more praise from me as I growl, “That’s it, baby. It feels so fucking good.”
All my praise gives her the confidence boost she needs as her head starts to bob up and down, and she sucks me as if her life depends on it.
“Christ,” I groan. “Blyadʹ, moya Malen'kaya Roza. You suck me so good.”
Pleasure starts to sizzle down my spine, and my ass lifts off the bed. My balls tighten a second before my body jerks, then intense ecstasy explodes through me. My breaths rush as I keep my eyes on Rosalie, watching as she swallows my release down.
“Rosalie,” I groan, still jerking in her mouth while the pleasure stripping me of my strength. “You own me.”
When I slump back and slip from her mouth, she crawls up my body and lies down in the crook of my arm, resting her cast on my chest.
“That felt good,” she admits. “Kind of like a power trip.”
“Well, you had the head of the bratva literally by the balls,” I joke while still trying to catch my breath.
She lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, I did.”
I push my arm beneath her, then gently roll her onto her back, covering her body with mine. Taking hold of the cast, I carefully position her arm next to her head so it’s out of the way.
“Are you done being in control?” I ask her.
She nods, her eyes softening with love. “Yeah. I like it better when you’re in charge.”
“Thank, fuck,” I mutter before pressing a kiss beneath her ear. “How do you feel?”