Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
The orgasm broke, the pleasure fading, and fuck. Fuck, I loved what he could do to me, the way he could play with my pleasure. He moved behind me, and I felt the bump of his cock against my thighs.
I needed to be closer, and turned to face him, grabbing his shoulder for support. He pulled my hand from it and wrapped it around his dick. I looked up at him, the spray dancing off his muscles, his eyes darkening when they collided with mine.
God, the way his cock stuck straight out, the way he hissed out a breath when I wrapped my hand tighter around his shaft. I ran my second hand over his balls, squeezing their heavy weight, and he groaned out my name as if in pain.
I moved my hand, working it to the head and back down. He stumbled back against the stone of the shower, resting his weight against it and pulled me closer. “Faster,” he mumbled, and his mouth found mine as the hot water hit my back. I felt the stiff flex of him in my hand and worked it furiously between our bodies.
He was so big. So thick. Such an impressive cock that perfectly matched his large size and ridiculous ego. Maybe that’s where that ego had come from—the confidence that, at any point in time, you had the biggest dick in the room and knew exactly how to use it.
Or so I assumed. As deftly as he brought me to orgasm with his mouth and fingers, I couldn’t imagine how sex would be.
“I need to fuck you. God, you have no idea how much I need to fuck you.” He pulled his mouth from mine and whispered against my lips. I kept going, my breath panting with his, my limbs still weak from my orgasm. His cock grew even stiffer, and he pinched his eyes closed, his body tensing, and I knew, in the moment before his cock flexed, it was happening. It was a moment of strength and weakness, all at once. I felt powerful, my hand stroking him through it, my fingers tight around his shaft, eyes dropping to watch the action, the water taking it away as quickly as it appeared.
His gaze found mine, and he pulled me forward for a kiss that seemed desperate in its connection.
* * *
He curled against me in bed, his skin hot, an arm wrapping around my chest. I clutched his forearm, pulling it against my chest and threaded my fingers through his grip. He kissed my back and pulled me even tighter against him.
“What time do you have to be up?” As I asked the question, I thought of the first night I stayed here and waking up to the bloody sheets.
“Not until eight.” His voice was heavy, dragging on the edges, and it was the first time I’d ever seen him let down his guard.
“Don’t leave without waking me up.”
“I won’t.”
I wanted to tell him to promise me, but that seemed young and insecure. Instead, I tightened my hold on his arm and felt him clench around me, a blanket of warmth and security.
Sometimes, I think I’m falling in love with you.
It was the last thought on my mind before I fell asleep, a line that had me smiling, wrapped in his touch, the rasp of those words still audible in my mind.
* * *
THE TRUSTED ONE
“So, Bell Hartley is there now?” Robert Hawk peered at Claudia with an intensity that had once scared her. Now, it gave her a surreal sense of peace. That shift had come when she realized he would do anything to strengthen those he saw as his. And there were only two people in the world with that ownership. Herself and Gwen.
Claudia nodded at his question. “Yes, with Dario. Gwen’s alone in the condo.” She looked past him, at the monitors that showed the warehouse, individual squares displaying each woman in their cells. Only a year ago, she’d been one of them. Weak. Insolent. Unappreciative. The rumor mill had called them pets, but they didn’t understand the beauty of what Robert Hawk was doing. It was a psychology project to him. Give women opportunities. Reward those who behave. Punish those who fail. Measure loyalty.
Of course, she had been different than the others. There was a reason Claudia was standing in his mansion, with the keys to an exotic car in her pocket. She was special. He’d told her that, after all the pain and the tests. He’d whispered it in her ear after she’d passed the final challenge and was given her freedom.
Now, Robert Hawk stared at the photo of Bell Hartley, one Claudia had taken as they’d left The House and gotten into Dario’s car.
It was a shame, really. Claudia had been prepared, at the onset, to protect the girl. She’d been willing to overlook the fling that would surely fizzle out. But this girl and Dario had taken things too far. The looks that passed between them. The way that Dario was chasing her around like a lovesick idiot. Overnights together, leaving Gwen alone. And the final nail in both of their coffins—the phone call that had gotten Bell on Robert Hawk’s radar. Now, there wasn’t any hope for her and Dario. She’d been forced to tell Robert everything and had watched his quiet fury ignite.