Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Yes. I can change the setting. But that won’t happen, Emelia. I won’t share you.”
“Exactly. Don’t share me. Warn them. Show them what is only yours to have.”
My cock grows hungry for its mate. She wants me to put on a show, the ultimate way to let them know they will never be able to have her. The jealous man in me is furious, but the animal in me is starving.
“Please. Let them watch. Let them know. Those women need to know you desire a woman like me.”
This angers me. Emelia never questions her body. She’s always exuded confidence, and if I’m being honest with just myself, I haven’t even laid eyes on another woman anywhere, especially this club, since I first saw her.
“If you doubt this body ever again—” I step up to her and start caressing all her curves. “—I will withhold this cock for punishment.”
She whimpers when I lick the column of her neck and bite it.“Nico, please.”
I like when she begs. But I have other plans. Stepping back, I pull my gun back out and take out the clip, ejecting the bullet in the chamber. The sound alerts her, and she turns so fast I feel the wind of her movement as I set down everything but my empty handgun before pressing a button on my desk. “Wh-What are you doing? Nico, please.”
Does she think I’m going to hurt her? That this was all a ploy?
“Easy, principessa.” Attempting to calm her, I drop to my haunches and lift her dress. I kiss each thigh, then over the see-through fabric covering her delectable pussy. I then reach under the sides of her dress and grasp her panties before slowly lowering them.
Her smell fills my lungs, the scent of her and her cherry body wash. Fuck me. The material lands in a puddle at her feet. The white lines that take up the inside of her thick thighs are kissable, and I do that, trailing over them with slow, lazy, wet kisses. I bite the thickest part of her thighs, and she cries out, gripping my hair. I don’t have to look up to know her head is thrown back in pleasure.
“Nico, what are you doing to me?”
I laugh softly against her skin, and the vibration makes her quiver.“You're going to experience lust in a way you haven’t yet, sweet principessa.” Then I take her over, not just telling her what I plan to do but immersing her in the feeling.
With the gun in my hand, I slide it between her pussy lips, and she gasps, looking down at me as my eyes wonder from the placement of my weapon to her expression.
“Fuck the gun, baby. Get off on the weapon that protects you.”
“Nico,” she breathes. It's not hesitation. No, she's asking me if this is real.
“Yes, Emelia. You are mine. You can do it, baby. Be a good wife and do what your husband asks of you.”
“Oh God.” Throwing her head back against the window, she starts to slide against the ridged metal of the barrel.
I praise her, “Good girl. There you go, getting it so fucking wet.” The black weapon starts to slicken with her wetness. It catches the dim lighting in my office, and I feel it start to drip down onto my hand. Fuck, I can’t wait to drown myself in her slick heat. Her pussy was made to fit my cock and mine only.
“They’re watching,” I tell her, leaning to the side and spotting some people who have taken notice. She gasps in delight, not having realized until now that I made the glass transparent when I set my clip down. My chest burns, and I start to fill with rage, yet she works herself harder against my weapon. Me acknowledging that people are watching her only makes me angrier and her hungrier.
“Enough.” I pull the gun away and stand.
Emelia cries out for me, nearing her orgasm before I stopped.“Nico, w-why did you stop?” She braces her hands against the window and looks at me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and my eyes bore into hers when I reach my desk. I hit the button to fog the glass and block not just others from seeing us but us from seeing anyone else. I pace the office, and she just watches the caged animal roam before calling to me again.
“Nico?” She finally gains footing and bends to pull her panties back on, but I stop her abruptly.
“Put those on and I will turn your ass red,” I roar into the room.
Her shoulders stiffen, and she shakes her head.“What happened? I thought we were… connecting.”
I run my hands through my hair, then down over my face, and that’s when her scent fills my lungs again. It still lingers on my fingers, and it calls to the male in me. The animal. The crazed lover who wants to destroy her for anyone else.