Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
The tension burning between us has me the most honest I’ve ever been. “No.” I wet my lips before confessing, “But I’m putting steps into play to fix that.”
Panic burns my esophagus when he says, “By working at a clothing boutique that dresses trafficked women?”
The extent of his knowledge is shocking, but it won’t stop me from ensuring he has his ducks lined up correctly. “That isn’t my business model.”
“I never implied it was.” Again, he adjusts himself before saying, “But surely you understand implications could arise from such practices.”
Genuinely curious, I ask, “Such as?”
He twists his lips before loosening them to say, “Disgruntled family members of prior customers. Husbands who want to pretend they didn’t purchase their bride from a website. There are several repercussions it could instigate.”
I could feed off the concern in his tone for months, but I still feel the need to defend myself. Polina did what she thought was needed to survive. I can’t judge her for that, but I won’t be taken down for it alongside her. “We help dress the women. We don’t sell them.”
Matvei shrugs, his composure neither frustrated nor concerned. “When it comes to revenge, people don’t care.” Shock rains down on me during his next sentence. “That’s why Vasily walked away with your money. He thought his action would have no consequences because you’d be too scared about the allegations he could hurl at you if you were to confront him.” His lips twitch at one side when he kicks a gym bag that looks oddly familiar. “He won’t make the same mistake twice.”
I bite back my surprise and replace it with awe. “How did you get it back? Vasily Cabanow is—”
“A crustation I’ll squash into smithereens if he dares to mess with you again.”
The actuality in his tone should be shocking. However, my body acts the opposite. I’m more turned on than disgusted.
As his nostrils flare, Matvei seizes the first gift box before angling his torso to face me. “Now that you know you owe me nothing, you have no reason to deny my gifts.”
I have a hundred and one reasons to refute when he pries open a black velvet box inside the elegantly wrapped gift box. If the teardrop diamond in the center of the pendant is real, it would have cost more than the six figures he confiscated back from Vasily.
“Matvei, I can’t—”
Any further denial is rammed down my throat when he growls about me calling him by name for the first time, before he removes the necklace from its box and curls it around my neck.
“You should wear your hair up more often,” he murmurs, his breath hot enough to leave beads of condensation. “Show off the beautiful column of your neck.” Goosebumps follow the trek of his finger as he drags it down the throb in my throat. “Especially when it is wearing my marks. It’ll be ravishing.” He inches back. Not far. Only enough for our eyes to meet. The need in his eyes is my undoing, and I can’t help but squirm in my seat as the pungent aroma of lust fills the air. “Now for your next gift.”
I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. His stare is too hypnotizing, not to mention the positioning of his hand. He didn’t return it to his side of our seat once he latched my necklace in place. He set it on my thigh, his pinkie as teasing as he suggested while finding me the perfect dress.
He is barely touching me, but his meekest touch sets my skin on fire.
“This treasure is solely for you.”
A quick inhale lifts my chest when he pries my thighs apart, then brushes the back of his hand down my pussy. I’m damp as expected, but not a single drop can be attributed to the light shedding of my uterine wall. The slippery conditions are solely compliments to Matvei’s teasing thumb and the powerful vibrations of the small instrument he braces at the opening of my pussy.
Its tremors are so powerful that pleasurable spasms rocket through my body before clustering low in my core. It’s a thrilling zap that has me only holding my breath when Matvei spreads me with his fingers before he pushes the egg-shaped device inside me and then slowly drags it back out.
Excluding a groan at his torturously slow pace, I don’t voice a single protest.
I’m incredibly turned on by the naughtiness of our exchange, so you can imagine how potent the need to grind down on his hand holding the mini vibrator becomes when he asks, “How often do you come by penetration only?” When I peer at him in bewilderment, the corners of his lips tug high. “This set comes with vibrating panties. I’d rather leave the task of stimulating your clit to my fingers, but I’m not opposed to allowing the tingles to be created by something else if I cause your eruption.”