Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” she groaned in frustration.
I laughed softly. “Oh, angel, you’re about to get exactly what you’re asking for.”
“Prove it,” she challenged, and the defiant look she gave me had my blood spiking.
I plunged inside her, bottoming out before pulling all the way out again.
She gasped, her eyes fluttering at the quick move.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” she said. “More.”
I shifted, gripping her hips again before pumping into her with a hard stroke before pulling out again.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
I did it again.
And again.
Losing myself in the slick, silky feel of her needy pussy.
Losing myself in her moans, her demands for more.
I went harder, pumping into her so intensely the sound filled the room.
“Yes, Gareth. Omigod, yes.” She clenched around my cock, her drenched pussy fluttering as her orgasm built, primed from the torture I’d inflicted before. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she breathed the words like I didn’t know, like I couldn’t feel her entire body reacting to what I was doing to her.
Warmth flooded around me as she moaned, gasping in surprise as her orgasm ripped through her. I kept pumping, thrusting fast, claiming her as hard as I could, pounding one orgasm right into another, losing myself in the feel of her intense pleasure dripping along my thighs.
It was so fucking good and she was so fucking perfect, coming undone beneath me, at the mercy of me. Everything in me tightened, narrowed to the way she still came, another orgasm rolling through her in waves that made her shake around me.
It made me come so fucking hard I blacked out for a few seconds. Slowly, I kept pumping, easing my pace until she stopped trembling. Then I leaned over her, kissing her lazily as I reached up and released her hands, before moving to do the same to her ankles.
She didn’t move, just stayed splayed out on the bed as she caught her breath.
I climbed off the bed, cleaning us both up before helping her sit up and handing her a glass of water. I made sure she drank the whole thing down before giving her naked body another inspection.
“You’re okay,” I said, but it sounded more like a question.
“More than,” she said, her tone sleepy, exhausted.
I took the empty glass from her and set it on the nightstand, cradling her face in my hands. “I didn’t go too hard?” I lost myself there at the end, fully adopting the role she’d begged me to play.
“Not at all,” she said. “I love the way I can still feel you,” she said, her eyes heavy.
I kissed her again, happiness spreading through my chest at her declaration.
“I’ve never,” she said, shaking her head. “Never come like that before.”
“You gave over full control,” I said, smiling with pure male pride. “And you liked it.”
“Loved it,” she said. “Loved it.”
I love you.
The words were there, beating against my chest, desperate to be declared.
But I didn’t want her to feel bound to me any more than she was already. So, I swallowed them down, instead drawing her against my chest as we settled into bed.
She fell asleep first, fast and deep.
And as I laid there, still coming down from the high as I held her in my arms, I knew that I was so far gone. I’d never survive if she ever decided to leave.
CHAPTER 16
Serenity
Unknown: You want to know one of the disadvantages of having a traceable cell phone?
The blood ran cold in my veins as I read the text, and even though it was from an unknown number, I had no doubt who was on the other end of the line.
Unknown: You can be found. Pick up.
My hands trembled as the phone rang with the same unknown number, and I swiped it open, bringing it to my ear.
“Hello, daughter,” my father said without needing me to verbally answer.
“What do you want?” I glanced around the room, as if he might manifest at any minute.
I knew that wasn't possible. Gareth had gone to meet up with Dante, but he’d left me with a plethora of guards surrounding the house. If my father was on the grounds, I would’ve already heard gunfire.
I took a steadying breath at that realization.
“Now is that any way to talk to your father?” His tone held that same holier-than-thou air that had my muscle memory locking up, battling with my newly found strength as it tried to fall back into old habits.
“What do you want?” I was proud of myself for asking again and not submitting to that tone.
“It's funny, in the three years I sat in the billionaire’s game, I never once considered that Gareth may be gunning for you. He was always so careful, never really approaching you in a way that I would find suspicious. I have to give him credit, he was smart in that regard. But there are other ways in which he was stupid.”