Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He’s circling my clit with heavy, firm movements, and I whimper under his bruising touch. Today, I really pushed him; I can tell by the way he’s taking it out on me through sex. But I fucking love it. Thrive on it.
He kisses me—more like devours me—as he rubs himself against my folds. He yanks me toward him, and I jerk back, almost hitting my head on the mirror, but he’s quick to catch me.
I scream as he impales me, the movement so fast and jolting that I don’t even have time to breathe or adjust around his size. He cradles my head as he begins pounding into me, and I can only press my palms against the mirror behind me as I come undone.
The slapping of our skin is the only sound I can hear, and the music and chatter outside the door fade into the background.
I whimper as he bruises me with punishing kisses.
“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he grits.
I wrap my arm around him, clawing my nails down his shirt, claiming him in the same way he often likes to leave marks on me. Because I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there’s some truth to whatever this is between us. That this man of ice knows how to match my inner fire.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe out, not thinking straight as he rattles my brain from how hard he’s fucking me.
Tingles move up my legs, and I’m startled by how quickly this raw fucking is getting me over the line.
“No, you’re not!” he seethes between kisses. He’s biting, sucking, tugging, and it’s my undoing. I moan, clinging to him with my nails digging into his back as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Please. Please. Dutton,” I beg.
“Tell me what you want,” he says with urgency as he grunts.
“You,” I whisper without thought.
“Fuck!” he shouts as he breaks. This carefully put-together man comes apart inside me as he jerks and then rests his head on my shoulder. I buck under him, seeing stars as I orgasm and squirt all over his cock and the counter.
I can’t breathe. I try to calm my shaky breaths as I cradle his head to my shoulder, shuddering around him as he jerks inside me again. Heavy panting slowly begins to fall into slow, rhythmic breaths as he leans back and looks at me, that intensity ever blazing in his eyes.
I’m startled when he gently cups my jaw and kisses me. It’s slow and sensual, as if he’s thanking me.
I melt into him, caught off guard by how something so raw and feral can turn into something so… sweet and endearing. I don’t even know what we were arguing about before or how it led to now.
My legs stop shaking as he pulls away, and the moment his lips part from mine, I want to pull him back to me, but the reality of how long we might’ve been gone sinks in.
He’s quick to tuck himself away as I adjust my dress. I look at the mess we made, unsure what to do. He chuckles as he grabs a hand towel. “Let me.”
I scrunch my nose up, shocked by what we just did. “That’s kind of gross.”
“I don’t mind you walking around with my cum dripping down your legs, Posie.”
“Clean it,” I deadpan, and he chuckles.
As he does so obediently, I watch him, wanting him over again. The urgency of it has become increasingly apparent the more time we spend together. And that’s concerning because, somehow, this man with a heart of ice is getting into my bloodstream.
“I’m on birth control, by the way,” I inform him.
I’ve only been with one other man, and the night I fell pregnant with Bentley was because we were both so drunk that we’d forgotten to use protection. The nurse had told me the chances were slim to get pregnant so easily, but since then, I haven’t taken any chances.
“I don’t fuck women without condoms. Well, usually.”
“Are you fucking other women?” The question is out of my mouth before I even realize. I sounded… accusatory.
He raises an eyebrow but looks me dead in the eye. “You’re plenty enough to handle. And, no, I haven’t been with anyone else since you walked your tight ass into my club.”
I roll my eyes. “I doubt that.” Because men say shit to make women feel special. Until they get what they want, and they’re done with them.
He finishes cleaning my legs and then kisses me again. It’s hot and heavy and ever so demanding, just like before. Dutton breaks the kiss, and his gaze penetrates when it meets mine. “You are my only focus. So stop trying to push me away. And I swear to God, if you’re comparing me to other men…” he growls.
I shove him away. “Yeah, I get it. You’re going to carve messages into their chests. Well, if I find out you’re sleeping around, I might be inclined to use my bat.”