Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Withdrawing his thumb, he raises my chin with a gentle touch that brings tears to my eyes.
“You’ve never hurt me,” I whisper.
“That’s not true.”
“It is. You’ve been mean, but you’ve never laid a punishing hand on me.”
“Hurting women isn’t my thing, but that doesn’t mean you should mistake me for a nice guy.” Without warning, he pushes his cock between my lips. But the pace he sets is slow, allowing me time to adjust to the hot flesh thrusting against my tongue.
There’s a gentleness to the swivel of his hips that borders on lazy, as if he’s content to slip in and out of my mouth for the rest of the night, his rhythm a steady buildup that leaves me wanting more. He parts his lips, slides his fingers into my hair, combing it back from my face, and his eyes shutter.
He doesn’t speak. Somehow, the absence of words amplifies the charge of sex in the air, heightens the simmering need collecting between my thighs. I can’t stand it anymore, and I whimper around his cock, needing…something.
A reaction.
A crack in the wall he’s constructed around himself.
Those brilliant blue eyes flutter open again, and I pull back the slightest bit, adding more suction, my tongue swirling around the salty crown of him.
He hisses in a breath.
“You want more of this, don’t you?” He follows up the arrogant question with a deeper thrust.
I let out another pleading whimper, and he seats his cock deep, one hand braced on the mattress as he leans over my back. Then he lifts the back of my thong and dips a finger underneath, teasing my anus.
“I want this, Novalee.”
His caress turns into a gentle probe that explores rather than conquers, but I stiffen anyway.
“I could take it now,” he says, going still in my mouth. “Slip right in where it’s so fucking hot and tight.” He applies just enough pressure to make me nervous, despite the touch of that finger shooting rivulets of pleasure to my pussy.
I try to pull back, but his hands spear into my hair again. “Relax.” Holding me in place, he renews the fervor of his pace, and a satisfied grin shapes his mouth as he plunders mine. “You’re not ready for it, but it’ll happen soon.” The promise hangs between us in the space of five deep thrusts. “I made a deal with Vance tonight for your anal virginity. He’s saving it for me.”
My eyes widen, and he laughs. “The chancellor wasn’t happy about that.”
I can imagine Liam’s temper flaring, his lack of control thrown into his face now that he no longer has access to me.
Because Sebastian will never grant it to him.
As he loses himself to the glove of my mouth, his climax only a few noisy thrusts away, I can’t help but wonder if Sebastian wants me because he can’t resist…or am I just a pawn in the rivalry between him and the chancellor?
With a final jerk, he groans, loud and unrestrained as he shoots his seed down my throat. Afterward, still dripping his completion, he yanks me up by the hair until our lips mash together, and the slow lick of his tongue against mine shakes me apart.
I rake my fingers through his hair, my heart pounding from his kiss as my knees weaken on the ottoman.
“The taste of me on your lips…” He groans into my mouth, then breaks away long enough to tug on my lower lip with his teeth. “You have no idea, princess. No fucking clue.”
There’s power in his frustration…if only I knew how to wield it.
“Enlighten me.” I dart my tongue along the seam of his mouth.
He sucks in a breath. “You’re a goddamn temptress.” Stepping back, he takes me by the shoulders, ensuring an arm-length distance. “We’re done here.”
Hurt ricochets through me. “You’re leaving?”
“I got what I came for.” He leaves me kneeling on the bench in my slinky lingerie while he zips up his pants.
Tears threaten, and I blink to hold them back, determined not to cry over him. He’s not worth it. For all of Liam’s flaws—his controlling possessive jealousy—he’d never discard me like this.
With casually cruel detachment.
“Who broke you?” I ask, despising the tremor in my voice.
He freezes, shirt in hand. “The same fucked up institution that’ll break you.”
“I will never break.” I get to my feet. “Not for you. Not for anyone.”
“You say that now.” He pulls the T-shirt over his tousled dark blond hair. “But after a few years, the insidious nature of this place will wear you down.”
“What are you talking about?”
“No one’s told you yet, have they?”
My heart’s pounding too hard, like fists to a punching bag. “Tell me what?”
“You think you’re free after the year’s up? Think again, princess. This is only the beginning.”
Chapter Nine
I greet Landon with a curt, “We need to talk,” before he fully enters the House of Gemini. Elise falters at my tone, just two steps in front of her husband-to-be.