Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
That pendant brought me here in the first place. It forever lurked in the back of my mind. I never failed to glance at it when I stopped by his office.
But now that I knew him, I refused to resort to theft or blackmail.
Somewhere along the way, I’d decided to win the pendant back, fair and square.
“My freedom is not negotiable.” I flicked his finger off me. “I’ll date whether you like it or not. And if it pisses you off, just remember—you have a fiancée.”
Rather than answer me, he swooped down, drawing my lower lip inside his mouth, sucking hard, stealing my breath away.
The kiss was different this time. Cruel and demanding, teetering on the brink of frenzy.
“I want to fuck you right here. Right now.” His tongue stroked the roof of my mouth. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re on your period.”
I was still raw from yesterday, a dull pain coating the walls of my pussy, and I couldn’t think of anything more horrifying than sex while on my period.
At the same time, I wanted this. Wanted to fill this emptiness with him.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth.
I whimpered when he dared, “Tell me to stop, Octi.”
But I couldn’t.
Not when his mouth sliding down my chin felt like bliss.
His hands clawed my pajama top, ripping it clean of buttons. They flew everywhere, wheeling at our feet.
He picked up my breast through my bralette and squeezed the underside, bringing my soft flesh to his lips.
“This means nothing.” The words ripped out from the back of my throat.
He sucked my entire breast into his mouth, licking away the pain every time I moaned, running his teeth over my sensitive skin.
“Yes or no?” He sounded cold. So, so cold.
I groaned. “Yes.”
He didn’t play fair. My hands roamed his body, fingers disappearing inside his hair, greedily clutching his smooth skin and bulging muscles.
I barely managed to add, “Condom.”
This time, he didn’t argue.
He produced one from his pocket—did the jerk walk around with it, just in case?—and ripped the wrapper with his teeth, shoving my sweatpants and panties down.
A shiver bolted up my spine when he pushed my bra to my neck, his tongue lapping circles on my skin as it traveled south.
“I hate this so much,” I informed him, still driving his head down to my pussy.
He used his thumb to stroke the slit of my dripping pussy, his mouth fastening on my clit. I released a desperate moan, arching my ass up, chasing his touch.
I hate this.
I want this.
I need this.
Conflicting thoughts circled my head, but he chased them away with a flick of his tongue.
“Poor baby.” His breath fanned my clit. “I’m so sorry you have to suffer through another orgasm.”
He darted his tongue out, rolling the tip of it from my ass crack to my clit. My entire body spasmed with pleasure.
“I feel so empty.” The strangled confession tumbled past my lips. “I need you inside me.”
I didn’t even care that this was wrong, and out of control, and even sinful. Didn’t care that my body hadn’t recovered from last night. That delicious bruises still peppered my skin.
I wanted him where he belonged—inside me.
“I know, baby. I’m about to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel my cock every time you walk.”
I didn’t doubt it.
Last time, his dick seemed to reach my heart.
Slowly, he withdrew the tampon and dumped it on the floor. As soon as the tampon was out, Zach was in.
He didn’t ease into me this time. He thrust home with his sheathed cock all at once, filling me to the brim.
The sensation was so intense I felt like I was climaxing and giving birth at the same time.
My muscles squeezed around him, milking his erection as his upper body hovered above mine.
Our foreheads met.
“Hello, Octi.”
I imagined his hungry gaze. He must have looked like a lion after a good feast.
I waited for my embarrassment to kick in, but all I could feel was desire. So much desire.
“Hold on to my shoulders, Farrow.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m about to fuck the soul out of you.”
He squeezed my throat between his elegant fingers, pulled out of me, then started fucking me mercilessly.
A grunt punctuated each thrust, followed by a swirl of his waist and a tilt of his body to hit my G-spot.
He released my throat, dipped his head down, and ravished my mouth. Our tongues fought and molded into one another, neither of us gaining dominance.
Behind us, the door whined open. Light seeped in, inch by inch.
“Hello? Anyone there?” Natalie’s head popped in. “I wanted some pretzel—”
“Out.” Zach kicked the door shut with his foot without even looking back, still kissing and fucking me.
He must’ve caught her finger, because I heard her yelp.
Zach shifted, lowering us to the floor. Each time he speared into me, my back slid against the glossy tiles.