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)
I never expected what happened next.
Not. One. Damn. Thing.
“Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?” I seethed, inches away from her mouth.
“I-I-I—”
Lexi sputtered, her demeanor quickly changing from a lioness to a scared mouse.
“Didn't I warn you I wasn't in the mood for your fucking bullshit tonight?”
“I'm sor—”
“Didn't I tell you not to fucking provoke me? You mess with The Devil, sweetheart, you get the fucking horns.”
I hated that she was fucking apologizing to me. I hated that she never listened to a goddamn word that came out of my mouth. But most of all I hated that I didn’t give a flying fuck I was scaring the shit out of her. I would never physically hurt her, but she didn’t have to fucking know that.
Maybe next time she would fucking listen to me.
She shook her head, back and forth with her lip quivering. Making my cock twitch at the sight of her. Images of me grabbing her by her sinful hips and fucking her up against the wall skated through my mind. I stepped back before I did something I was going to fucking regret. I’d spent most of the previous night, watching her on the security camera I had installed in the gym. I couldn’t take my eyes off the recording. Following the way she flawlessly moved for hours across the hardwood floor with nothing but the music in her head.
The smile on her face alone was enough for me to make the call to have the equipment cleared out. Replacing it with everything she would need for her own studio.
A ballet studio in my fucking penthouse.
I shook away the images, the effect she had on me, the cord I couldn’t fucking cut for the life of me. Unhooking my cufflinks, I rolled up the sleeves of my collared shirt. Unbuckling my belt next, pulling it out of the loops of my slacks with a snap.
“You want to meet the man behind the expensive, fucking suits?” I mocked in a threatening tone. Tilting my head to the side.
“What are you—”
Not allowing her to finish her goddamn question. I raised my hand and swung the belt down on the corner of the desk, right by her leg. She gasped as it hissed through the air. Her eyes widened with fear, instantly cowering back and away from me. I just wanted her to shut the fuck up, and do as she was told. I just wanted to get her out of my mind. She didn’t belong there, no one did.
I didn't falter.
“Don’t you dare. You can’t—”
Gripping my belt tighter, I slapped it again on the wooden floor in front of me. It echoed off the walls. She immediately shuddered, panting profusely. Her tits rising and falling with each stride that brought me closer to her. My grasp white-knuckled the belt the whole time, not letting up on my assault. I leaned forward not being able to control myself any longer. Her vulnerability was becoming too much for me to bear. I dropped the belt to the floor, closing the distance between us.
Catching her off guard, my body engulfed her tiny frame, I kissed along her neck and then down her collarbone, as I gritted out, “What, cariño? What can't I fucking do?”
She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Her body was already betraying her mind, her breathing was pitched, her face flushed, her lips parted. The desire in her eyes was screaming at me to take her in my arms. Give her what she yearned for.
She wanted me to kiss her.
She wanted me to touch her.
She wanted me on top of her.
Instead I lifted her legs around my waist and I pushed into her, brushing my hard cock against her awaiting pussy so she could feel my need for her. Running my hand up her thigh to her waist, gripping onto her fuckable hips. Imaging how wet I was making her, how much I could make her come and scream out my goddamn name. My lips hovered over hers, on the verge of connecting as she panted profusely.
I wanted to give into her.
But, I let her go, causing her to hiss at the sudden loss of my lips against her heated skin. I couldn’t do it. Everything about us was wrong, so instead I said, “That’s what I fucking thought.” And walked away.
Leaving her with nothing but the insatiable need for my cock.
I couldn’t believe I’d been with him for a half of a year now. One minute I was furious with him, the next I was terrified of him, and then I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in my entire life. I couldn’t fathom how my emotions could go from one extreme to the next, within seconds.
Especially when it came to him.
The night in his office three months ago was a tipping point in our relationship. Some things changed, while others remained the same. He was still cold, and distant, trying to ignore me as the days went on. Little did he know, I could see the subtle looks he gave me more often now than before, the indecision in his eyes. Then one night, he came home earlier than usual from whatever the hell he did during his days.