Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
My eyes watered until tears formed. I gasped between breaths, sucking in whatever air I could while it was available.
“Does my dick make you cry, sweetheart?” He started to thrust from below, slamming his dick into the back of my throat. Air supply became more limited and the need to gag increased, but my tongue remained flat to take that big cock like he demanded. My body wanted the strain to end, but I’d never been more aroused giving head before. My knees could be on cold concrete and I could sweat in the heat of a furnace, but I would still enjoy every second of making this man come in my mouth.
His face flushed red with desire. The skin over his chest became blotted with different spots of red. All the cords in his hands and neck popped like they were about to burst. His jaw clenched as his breathing turned ragged.
Then he released a loud moan as he finished, his fingers tightening in my hair and keeping me in place, his dick fully in my mouth so I wouldn’t miss a drop. The heat and the substance came a second later, dumping into my throat and making it impossible to breathe.
“Attagirl,” he said as he filled me.
When the moment passed, his fingers loosened on my hair so I could finally be free.
I sat up and straightened, but I didn’t get far before he grabbed me by the neck. His thumb swiped up over the bottom of my lip as he stared at me. “Show me.”
I hesitated before I stuck out my tongue, showing that I’d already swallowed it.
He released me when he got what he wanted. He left the couch, buck naked because his sweatpants were left on the floor, and walked into the bathroom to clean himself up.
I sat there, naked on his couch with my dress still bunched up above my tits. I pulled it down over my body, my hard nipples visible through the thin material now that the tape was missing. My black thong was on the floor where Theo had left it. I stared at it for a moment before I pulled it back on over my heels…because I’d never taken them off.
I was dead tired and could fall asleep right on this couch, but I needed to get home. I left the couch and grabbed my purse.
Theo came back into the room in a pair of black boxers, six and a half feet of pure man. His dark eyes took me in as he drew closer. “Next time you come over here, you’re going to get fucked.” He almost looked angry, like the nice blow job that had made me cry wasn’t good enough. “You’ve been warned.”
8
THEO
I sat behind my desk and looked at the painting directly across the room, the image of the changeling that had been stored in the basement of the art gallery with other portraits and sculptures that no one seemed to care about.
Except me.
My laptop was ignored on my desk as I stared past it, seeing something new every time I looked at it. But there was one thing I always saw when I stared…Astrid. I saw her standing beside me as we looked at the painting. I saw her in my study, measuring the walls in her tight pencil skirt. I saw a broken woman so fascinating she belonged in her own painting.
George knocked on the open door before he entered. “You have a visitor, sir.”
My eyes shifted to him, already knowing who it was.
“Should I bring Axel in here?”
Motherfucker. “Sure.”
George left.
I gave a heavy sigh before I left my desk and moved to the sitting area, the chairs outlined in gold, the coffee table with beautiful ornate legs. The man who’d owned this place previously was French, so it looked more Parisian than Tuscan.
I sat in the armchair and waited for him.
He walked in a moment later in jeans and a gray shirt. “Didn’t expect George to let me in.”
“I knew you would come back, like a fucking cockroach.”
Axel grinned like that was a compliment. He took a seat and helped himself to a cigar, lounging on the cushions like this place belonged to him as much as it belonged to me. “So…how was dinner?”
“Fuck off, Axel.”
“The only person who should be mad here is me, asshole.”
“Really?” I asked coldly.
“You’ve been seeing someone and didn’t tell me? I told you everything about Scarlett. Except the intimate details that are reserved for me.”
“You were serious with Scarlett. It’s not serious with Astrid.”
“You took her out to dinner.” He made it sound like I already married her. “You. Theo Bianchi. Skull King.”
Imagine his reaction if I told him how many times I’d taken her out to dinner. “I said it’s not serious.”
“It’s not casual either. Otherwise, you would skip dinner and head straight for dessert. And if it really were casual, you would have mentioned it to me.”