Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Slowly, I pushed myself up from the plush couch, my body moving almost mechanically as I complied with Mateo's demand. He approached me with measured steps, his eyes moving over me from head to toe. “I really like you in this dress,” he remarked, his voice laced with approval. “You're trembling," he observed, his voice low and smooth like velvet against my harsh nerves. "You try so hard to be brave, to keep your fears hidden, but they're betraying you." His fingers gripped my jaw and tilted my head back. “Your eyes tell me all I need to know, and fear has never looked more fucking beautiful.” He captured my lips with a searing kiss, his mouth firm and insistent. I could taste the remnants of the drink he had been sipping.
When he finally released me, he trailed his fingers down my cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped without my realization. “I’m going to enjoy tonight.” He said softly, his voice a seductive rumble. “I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” His thumb traced over my lower lip before he dropped his hand to my neck, using it to anchor me while he removed my dress. Not in a gentle way—he tore the lace apart.
“Mateo.” I gasped at the unexpected roughness of his actions. “Wait.”
“I’ve wanted to take this off you since you walked through the door.” He let the torn dress slip to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but a bra and G-string. His gaze traveled over my naked skin, taking in every curve and contour. I shivered under his scrutiny, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "You're truly exquisite," he murmured, tracing the band of my strapless bra. He bit his lip, considering the garment for a moment. "I want to see all of you.”
I swallowed, knowing where this was leading to—again. Judging by the look in his eyes, it was going to be rough. With a deep sense of trepidation, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor alongside the dress. Now in nothing but my underwear and heels, I suppressed a shiver from the cool air.
“This too.” He released my throat and pulled the side of my G-string, letting it snap back against my skin. I whimpered at the sting, and eased it down my legs, kicking it away with a heel. He hummed in approval, cupping my breasts in his hands, and massaging them roughly. I winced at the sharp pain as his lips went to my neck. His teeth gently nipped at my skin, leaving another mark that would surely be visible in the morning. His breath was hot against my flesh, making the goosebumps rise on my exposed skin. His hands continued to work their magic on my breasts, his fingertips causing a shockwave of sensation that I couldn't control.
Without warning, he pushed me down onto the sofa, the sudden force catching me off guard. My breath hitched as I landed on the plush cushions. "Stay," he commanded softly. I remained where I was, my body tense and alert, my eyes locked onto his. He stepped away from me, his movements deliberate and measured, but his gaze never wavered from mine. It was as if he was testing me, waiting to see if I would dare to move, to challenge his control. He returned to the kitchen area and poured himself another drink, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet room. He took a sip, his eyes still fixed on me, as if he was savoring both the taste of the liquor and the sight of me obediently waiting. “Spread your legs.”
I hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard. I slowly did as he instructed. The cool air brushed against my bare skin, but his gaze kept me anchored to my place on the couch. "Good girl.” He stared at my pussy, his expression unreadable. “Touch yourself.”
I reached down, acutely aware of his scrutiny, feeling as though his gaze could pierce through me. With uncertainty, I began to rub gentle circles around clit, far beyond my comfort zone. He watched me intently, his eyes never leaving my hands.
"More," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. “Fuck your fingers, anjinho.”
My heart pounding in my chest, I obeyed his command, thrusting my fingers deeper into my wetness. I couldn't help but whimper softly as my fingers brushed against my sensitive spot, pleasure and fear mixing in a potent cocktail.
"Faster," he said, his voice low and commanding.
I increased the pace of my movements, my breath ragged as I struggled to maintain control. My eyes never left his, watching as he sipped his drink, his expression unreadable. It was as if he was watching a chess game, and I was just one of his pawns.