The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 1 (The Corskovi Dynasty) by Ann King Read Free Book Online Page B

loneliness making her rush into things so soon after her
flopped wedding?
    “Hannah?”
Andre’s deep, sexy voice interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to
reality inside the grand honeymoon suite inside one of the most prestigious Las
Vegas hotels.
    “Andre,
I want you. I want you so badly,” she said softly, turning to face him now.
Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea since his sexually charged dark eyes called
to her. He stood like a man in command, legs spread slightly apart, shoulders
broad and straight not hunched and his head tilted up slightly.
    Andre
was hot! Too hot for her to handle right now.
    “I just
don’t want us to get carried away by lust.”
    “Lust?”
    “Yes,
lust.” She hugged herself and hunched her shoulders.
    “Are
you cold, my love? Or just nervous?”
    Hannah
felt sheepish and relaxed her shoulders and released her hold. Man, he misses nothing.
What was she afraid of?
    Being
loved?
    “No.
I’m good. I just want to know where we stand. What is it that you really want
from me, Andre?”
    “Do you
want the raw truth or—?”
    “The
truth,” she interrupted Andre.
    “Right
now, Hannah,” he said softly as he moved closer to her. His sweet cologne scent
was driving her crazy. “I want to fuck you like I’ve never fucked anyone
before. I want to be inside of you, Hannah. I want to make love to you again
and again.”
    Hannah’s
pussy pulsed at the sound of his silky voice and seductive words. She felt heat
rise to her cheeks. Her nipples tingled. They were so hard she thought they
would poke through the fabric of her robe.
    What
could she say to that? Aware that her cheeks must be crimson red now, Hannah
drew in a deep breath and tried not to gaze into his hungry, dark eyes.
    “I…I
don’t know what to say, Andre.”
    “I know
you feel the same way about me Hannah.”
      “I do? How would you know?” she said
trying to sound level-headed .
    “For
one thing, you gave me your virginity this morning before your wedding,” he
said, sipping some champagne from a glass he just poured himself. “And I know
when a woman wants me,” he said with a confident coolness.
    “Excuse
me?” Fuck, I want you inside me now…but
not like this. I don’t want you to think I’m easy.
    “Look, I just needed you at that moment.” Nice comeback, Hannah!   “I certainly don’t just open my legs…or
my heart to just anyone,” she scowled.
    “I know that. You wouldn’t let Gustav touch you,” he
smirked.
    “How would you know that?”
    He cocked a brow. Of course, she was a virgin before her
wedding-that-never-was. That was how
he knew.
    Hannah sighed deeply, shaking her head.
    “Why are you playing games, Hannah?”
    “I’m not playing games.”
    “You know you want me. Why fight it.” His voice was more
seductive, silky. Oh, how could she possibly resist Andre?
    “Wait a minute. Just how many times can you—you know?”
    “Fuck in a day?”
    Hannah felt heat rise to her cheeks. She was deeply
surprised by her boldness and couldn’t believe in that she was having this raw
conversation with Andre or with any man for that reason. It was as if she
matured suddenly into a confident woman, not some girl who was shy about
mentioning body parts.
    “Seven times.” His luscious lips curved into a salacious
grin. He sipped more champagne nonchalantly.
    “What? Every day?”
    “Hell, no!” He tilted his head back and laughed. “I’m a man,
Hannah. Not a machine. If I did that seven days a week, 365 days a year, do you
think I’d have energy to function or do anything else?”
    Hannah grinned sheepishly.
    “Then again,” he said, moving closer to her after he placed
his glass down on the table. “I’ve never met a woman before that I would
attempt to do this with.”
    “Come on, that’s not humanly possible.”
    “Of course it is. Besides Hannah, just for the record I`ve
never come so many times in a day with a woman before.”
    “You haven’t?” She said,