Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“But I want you to wear this, and I’ll wear mine. In my world, it’s a sign of commitment, fidelity, and loyalty between a Dom and a sub. It means we’re monogamous, that we’re a pair. You don’t have to be my sub. We can be whatever you want us to be. But I want you to wear it regardless. That’s my only condition.”
I eyed the beautiful ring. The black diamond caught the light and somehow reflected it back. It echoed Calloway’s intensity, his constant brooding and adoration. I saw his face the instant I looked at the ring, seeing the band that complemented his so perfectly. “You’re giving me what I want?”
“Yes.” He pulled the ring out of the box and returned the box to his pocket. “I’ll be your boyfriend—nothing else.”
I eyed the ring with my hands held to my chest, realizing this was just as big as a marriage proposal. He was turning his back on his way of life just to keep me, something that was extremely difficult for him. “What changed your mind?”
“Last night.” He grabbed my right hand and held the ring to my ring finger. “Is that a yes?”
It was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t care that he’d lied to me and had owned Ruin in the first place. I’d missed him so much over these past six weeks that it didn’t make a difference to me anymore. I loved this man—forever. “Of course.”
He finally slid it onto my finger, moving it past the small knuckle along my finger until it fit snugly against the palm of my hand. He eyed the black diamond sitting on my finger before he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand, his eyes on me the entire time.
I felt a chill run down my spine, a heat sear along every inch of my skin.
He cornered me into the wall then dug one hand into my hair, claiming me with a kiss that stole my breath. His powerful body pressed against me, his chiseled physique feeling like a wall. His fingers latched on to my hair possessively, claiming me as his once more. This time, he wouldn’t let me go—not ever.
His other hand unzipped the back of my dress until it came loose. He pushed it off and let the material fall into a pile on the floor. Instead of taking off my panties, he ripped them off with his bare hand. They snapped at the seam, coming apart until they fell on top of my dress.
I pushed his jacket off then loosened his tie. My mouth moved with his, aching to get more of his lips and his tongue. Every time I thought I’d caught my breath, he took it away again. I got his belt undone and finally unfastened his slacks, wanting him to be free.
Once his cock was out, he scooped me up and pinned me against the door. He held me up with his body while one hand remained in my hair. Then he shoved himself inside me, taking my pussy like it was his.
I’d never get used to that enormous cock inside me. It was so big, and I was so small. But I loved every second of the pain, every second of the stretching my body did just to accommodate him.
He fucked me against the wall, his ass tightening with every thrust. I could see our reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall, and I watched his strong body overpower mine. He held me up with ease as if I didn’t weigh anything, and he continued to fuck me like we hadn’t just made love the night before. “You’re mine now. Do you understand me?”
His bossiness came out, but I didn’t mind one bit. He’d been mine the entire time we were apart. If he had been with another woman, I would have considered it to be an act of betrayal. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
I was about to come. I could already feel it. “I’m yours…”
We showered together upstairs in his bathroom, the hot water falling down on us and soothing our bodies after the rough sex we had against the wall. I still wore my ring and noticed he never took his off. “Did you start wearing that because of me?”
He rinsed the shampoo from his hair then looked at the black ring on his right hand. “Yes.”
“So people would know you were committed to me?”
His eyes found mine, dark and intense. The only answer he gave me was a scorching kiss, the kind with a little bit of lip and a little bit of tongue. He pulled away again and grabbed a bar of soap.
I took the bar from his hand and lathered his chest with it. I loved any excuse to touch him, so I caressed his skin with my fingertips. I moved over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling his underlying strength. His cock was hardening again even though we just had the kind of sex neither one of us would complain about. “So…where do we go from here?”