Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Her chest was rising and falling with every movement of my lips getting closer to her nipple.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
“Is that right, cariño?”
I lightly flicked her nipple with my tongue through her tank, grinning as I peered up at her. She was coming undone beneath me, soft moans escaping her pouty lips. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and placed them gently above her head. My other hand working its way down her torso to her hip, as I grinded my hard cock right against her sensitive pussy. Pushing her further to the edge.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groaned, desperately needing to take what I wanted to be mine.
Her mouth parted and she licked her lips as I slowly pulled down her tank top. The smell and feel of her was all around me, making me burn with desire to claim every last fucking inch of her. I had done way more than any sixteen-year-old should have even known about, but it never felt like that. With her.
Not even close.
Not one time.
I wanted to capture this moment, and hold onto it for as long as I could. I wanted to remember her just like this.
For me.
Mine.
And I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I love you, Sophia. You own me. I’m yours. Para siempre,” I confessed, “Forever.”
She lifted her head off my pillow. Her lust-filled gaze was quickly replaced by shock as her eyes widened, looking past me toward my bedroom door. I turned to see what ruined our moment. Coming face to face with Michael who was standing in the hallway.
Watching.
“Alejandro, my office. Ahora!” Dad ordered, “Now!” In a tone I didn’t appreciate.
He walked right past the dining room, not even acknowledging any of us who had been waiting for him to come home to eat. Mom had invited Sophia and Michael over for dinner. She had been slaving away all day, cooking my father’s favorite damn meal. He didn’t so much as look in her direction to say a simple hello or thank you. He just stormed in, too pissed off at God-knows-what, and I was about to get the wrath.
Mom and Amari glanced at each other and then back at me. Their worried expressions mirroring one another. I simply scooted my chair back and calmly stood, smiling. Reaching over the table, I squeezed my mom’s hand in a loving gesture before excusing myself.
No one said a word, but they didn’t have to. Their faces spoke for themselves.
When I walked into his office, he was sitting behind his desk. His arms set out in front of him with his head cocked to the side, waiting to unleash his fury on me.
He nodded toward the door. I understood his silent gesture to close it behind me. I did, allowing it to slam a little, earning me a glare I used to fear. I casually walked over and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Leaning forward, I placed my arms on my legs, clasping my hands together in front of me. Looking him dead in the eyes.
I arched an eyebrow, waiting.
“I’m going to ask you this one fucking time, Alejandro. One time,” he emphasized, holding his finger out in front of him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about Sophia?”
“I don’t—”
“I highly suggest you don’t fucking lie to me. I’m giving you a warning because you’re my son.”
I swallowed, hard. Contemplating my next move. If I showed him fear. If I gave him what he wanted, what he expected, I would forever be in his goddamn grasp.
Under his control till the day he dies.
It was now or never.
I leaned back into my chair, folding my arms over my chest, not backing down.
“Since when do you care who I’m fucking, old man?” I countered, laying all my cards out perfectly on the table.
It was the only game my father played. And I was prepared to call his bluff. Hoping like hell that he wouldn’t call me out on mine.
His eyes lit up, it was quick but I saw it. He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “If you were just fucking her, then you wouldn’t be sitting in front of me with a shit-eating grin on your face.”
“I thought you wanted me to enjoy pussy. Wasn’t that the whole point of getting me a whore?”
“Carajo,” he breathed out, “Fuck,” with an expression I had never seen before. “You love her?” he stated as a question, shaking his head in disappointment. “You fucking love her…”
I knew it wouldn’t take him long to figure it out. I didn’t have to tell him the truth. He could smell it on me.
“It’s kind of a coincidence, don’t you think? Girl from the wrong side of the tracks makes rich, powerful boy fall in—”
“She didn’t fucking make me do anything,” I gritted out through a clenched jaw, cutting him off.