But Mikhail is right: he is big. Which is why I’m desperate to get every inch of him inside of me right now. So desperate I’m willing to stoop to reverse psychology.
“I’ve taken you plenty of times before, Mikhail. It’s always been fine.” I place special emphasis on that final word. Fine. The idea alone is laughable. Mikhail Novikov is a million different things, none of which are fine.
With the way his icy blue eyes are freezing me to the bone right now, he knows it.
Suddenly, both my arms are pinned to the blankets above my head and Mikhail is hovering over me. He refuses to touch me except for where his hands are around my wrists and the tip of his d**k is whispering against my opening.
My heart is beating a wild rhythm in my chest, but I try to keep my voice steady as I ask, “Are y
