Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
She says it matter-of-factly as if it doesn't hurt her at all, but her eyes tell a different story. Her father broke her fucking her when he said that to her.
Jesus. What a fucking prick.
Perhaps I'm no better. Because even in the face of her pain, possessive jealousy churns through me. Someone else thinks they have a claim on her. Her father thinks he has the right to give her to someone else.
She isn't his to give away. No one has a claim on her except for me. Hell will freeze over before I allow her to marry anyone else.
She belongs to me and only to me.
Is this why she's so willing to give herself to me? To keep herself out the hands of her father and the motherfucker who thinks he can take her from me?
If I were an honorable man, I'd tell her that she doesn't have to fuck me to ensure my protection—that it's hers no matter what. But I'm not that man. I want her in my bed, and I'm willing to play dirty to get her there. My protection is hers; no one will take her. But if they come for her, it'll be long after I've possessed every fucking hole on her delectable body.
"Are you finished eating, Thalia?"
"Yes," she whispers.
I push my chair back from the table, rising to my feet. My boots are heavy on the floorboards as I circle around the table toward her.
She stares up at me, her eyes wide, confusion swirling through them. "What are you doing?"
She asked, so I tell her. I let her see the jealousy raging through me—the obsessive need to possess and claim. She's seen everything else. I won't hide this from her either.
"No one has a claim on you except for me," I growl, leaning down to scoop her up into my arms. "I'm taking what's mine so everyone knows who you belong to, sweet Thalia. Including you."
"Oh," she whispers, shivering.
I stride toward the bedroom with her in my arms, holding her tightly. My heart pounds against my ribcage, anticipation an ache in my balls.
She trembles in my arms like the sweetest little treat.
We don't say a word as I kick the bedroom door closed behind us. I don't waste time stripping her bare. Her clothes fall in a pile at our feet before I lay her out on the bed and step back.
She watches me with wide, dilated eyes as I yank my shirt off over my head and then strip out of my pants.
Her tongue runs along her bottom lip as if she's trying to taste me on her. I have bad news for her, but she won't be getting her mouth on me tonight. If she does, this will be over far too soon, and I intend to gorge myself on her delectable body.
"Are you ready for me, angel?" I ask, wrapping my fist around my cock. I squeeze, working my fist up and down my shaft in rough pulls while she watches, pressing her thighs together and squirming.
"I…" Her gaze flickers to mine, her throat working. "I'm a virgin, Troy."
Fuck.
I squeeze hard, trying to keep myself from coming all over myself at her trembling confession. Even then, my balls throb, a thick rope of cum spilling from the tip.
I crawl onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight as I prowl over her. Leaning down, I claim her lips in a hot kiss, pouring everything into it—my desire, my need, my fucking heart. Every nerve ending comes alive as our bodies intertwine, screaming for release, for her.
"Do you think I don't know?" I breathe against her lips. "Do you think I can't taste it on you? Do you think I didn't feel it when I had my fingers buried in your cunt, sweet Thalia?"
She whimpers, writhing beneath me as my rough hands sweep over her body. She's so soft, so eager. I touch her everywhere, gliding my fingertips across her silky skin, pinching her nipples, tormenting her the way just touching her torments me.
I run my lips across her cheek, seeking her ear as I give her my own truth. "When I take your virginity, you'll be claiming mine too."
Her eyes fly open on a sweet gasp. "Troy? Do you mean it?"
I nuzzle her throat, feeling raw and vulnerable in a way I never have before. Fuck. What is she doing to me?
"I told you I've been waiting for you." I don't give her a chance to answer—half afraid of what she might say. Of what she thinks. The mighty prince, saving himself for someone he thought was a dream. I know how it sounds. Sam's been giving me shit about it for years. But I knew. I fucking knew she was waiting for me. Even when I thought I didn't want it—when I was certain I didn't want to risk ending up like my father—I was still faithful, unable to betray her when I knew she was out there, waiting for me.