Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He takes his damn time, savoring me. “You’re beautiful. Too fucking beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. It makes me do dumb things, because I’ll make a thousand mistakes if that means I get a night with you. Do you see how bad that is for a man like me? I can’t afford weakness, Olivia. I can’t afford to break. But you break me.” He pushes two fingers deep inside and I gasp, arching my back. “You ruined my plans back in high school. You got me kicked out and everything I was working toward disappeared in that moment. I despised you so much, wanted you dead for so long, and now I see that none of it matters. Because it led me here.”
I’m about to open my mouth—what do you mean, got you kicked out of school?—but he drops between my legs and licks my clit, making my brain go haywire. Jolts of pleasure rock along my skin. I gasp, arching my back, and grab his hair as his fingers plunge inside of me again, rolling along, fucking me as he licks and sucks my clit, and I’m moaning wildly now, lost to whatever he’s doing. His tongue is a miracle and his fingers are so skilled they could spin silk, and I’m his completely and utterly, lost in him.
Nothing matters. I’m floating in space. The only thing anchoring me to the world is Casso and his mouth and his voice, and I’ll do anything for him, give him what he wants so long as I get to keep feeling this way. For so many years I was a prisoner, but Casso’s freeing me every time he licks my clit, every time he sucks it and makes me come. He’s giving me more than I ever imagined he could, and the horrible truth is, I’m greedy for what he can do.
Even if it means losing bits and pieces of myself along the way, I’d gladly trade all that for an hour of pleasure with this man.
He pulls back as I ride the edge of orgasm, building and building, and he comes up to kiss me. I’m practically begging him to keep going, panting and gasping, “Please don’t stop, you asshole,” but he smirks, bites my lip, and moves back, sitting down to unFlowersle his belt.
I watch him, mouth hanging open. I’m tingling and burning with want, so hot and hard I can barely control myself. I watch him take off his pants, his shirt, until he’s only in a pair of black boxer briefs, his skin marked in whorls of tattoos. Skeletons and keys and guns and big blooming flowers and antlers and more crisscross his chest and stomach and arms. I don’t remember those tattoos or the scars that come with them. I don’t remember so much I lean forward and touch them and slowly stroke down along his hard cock as I kneel on the couch at his side.
He grabs my hair and kisses me as I pull down his briefs and take his shaft in my hand. God, he’s as hard as iron, twitching and massive as I roll my fingers along his tip, gathering his precum, and stroke him down. I pull away from the kiss and take him in my mouth, and he groans his incredible masculine grunt of utter ecstasy, and I suck him deep, swirling my tongue. I taste him, and love the noises he makes, and the way he grabs my hair and pushes me deeper. I slurp and suck not trying to be coy or cute, only wanting to take his cock, greedy for him. I fit as much of his massive cock into my mouth as I can before he pulls me back, yanks me into his lap, and makes me straddle him, holding my hair so hard it hurts.
I feel his cock graze my soaking slit.
“You won’t run this time,” he says looking into my eyes. “After I’m done fucking you, you will not run. Do you understand?”
“I won’t run,” I say, quivering, on the edge of taking him inside of me again after ten long years. I need it so badly I could scream, and him holding me back like this is only making it worse.
“You are my wife, Olivia. You can hate me all you want. You can despise me for what I did back then. I might feel the same about you. But you will be mine, all of you, flesh and blood.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and press back slowly, taking him inside.
I moan in pain and pleasure as he enters me inch by perfect inch. I glide down the length of him and he fills me to the brim. I stay there once he’s so deep I feel him bottom out, and I kiss him, moving my hips in a slow circle, getting used to his thick girth. He squeezes my ass then reaches up and unties my dress. I help him get it off, up and over my head, my bra coming next, and then I’m naked in his lap, his cock deep between my legs. I’m exposed and filled and it feels so fucking good. He kisses my breasts, licks my nipples, sucks them hard, and I groan. He pulls my hair, squeezes my ass, and spanks me roughly as I start to ride him.