Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“What did I say about that mouth, Aurora?”
“What are you going to do about it? Fuck me? Oh, wait. You only like to spank and finger me.”
His expression shifts from disapproval to what seems like…amusement? “Does that bother you so much?”
My cheeks heat. “It does not.”
“If it didn’t, you wouldn’t have mentioned it in an angry fit.”
“You flatter yourself.”
“Is that so?”
“I absolutely couldn’t give two fucks about that.”
“Fascinating.” He stands up and I expect him to leave, but he unbuttons his shirt, slowly and with utter confidence.
“W-what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He shrugs off his shirt and the urge to hide under the covers hits me without a warning.
Since I’ve never seen Jonathan naked, I don’t know what to expect, but the firm chest with lean muscles is certainly not it. Who knew the prim and proper suits covered this view? But then again, Jonathan has always had rugged, brutal characteristics. Why would his nudity be any different?
He’s so fit and well-built for his age. His skin is sun-kissed and honed to perfection. Almost as if God took extra care when he was proportioning him.
His fingers undo his belt and while I should look away, I don’t. I’m glued to the unapologetic masculine beauty that is Jonathan King.
He slides his trousers down firm thighs, leaving him in black boxer briefs, and takes his time setting his clothes on the chair. It’s almost like he’s teasing me on purpose.
My spine snaps upright, and my toes curl underneath the sheet in anticipation of what’s coming next. By the time he removes his boxer briefs, I’m ready to hide for real, for a different reason from earlier.
Holy. Shit.
His cock isn’t only hard and thick, but it’s also massive. No kidding, I’ve seen my fair share, but Jonathan wins the crown. Literally.
Oh God, does he expect to fit that thing in me or something? Even though being aroused is no longer a foreign concept to me, I don’t think I could ever take him inside me.
Not in this lifetime, at least.
“Do you like what you see?”
I shake my head frantically, and I mean it. I might be in awe at his size, but I want to continue being in this phase while staying far apart.
Then why the hell are my thighs clenching?
Jonathan smiles, and the motion reaches his dark, stormy eyes, lightening them a bit.
Woah. I didn’t know he could smile, let alone do it so lethally.
That smile could kill. It’s not only the beauty in it. No. It’s the sheer promise it carries.
“The reason I didn’t fuck you is because I needed to get you ready, but since you want it so bad…”
“I don’t.” I meant for my voice to be firm, but it’s similar to a moan.
What the hell is wrong with me? Do I…want this?
Before I can figure out an answer, Jonathan yanks the cover away. Now I have no defence line. Without his tailored clothes that somehow tame his raw self, he appears like the roguish predator he actually is. The slight stubble on his jaw gains a dark shadow within seconds.
He crawls atop me and undoes the buttons of my blouse, as slowly as he did his and with the same level of confidence.
It falls from my shoulder, exposing my black satin bra. Jonathan’s fingers trail over the material, eliciting a shudder at the base of my spine.
“Next time, I want red. Like that lipstick.” He snaps it open, pulls it off me, and throws it beside us.
I’m breathing so harshly, I’m surprised he doesn’t notice. Every inch of my skin is attuned to his touch, and my entire body is homed in on his presence.
I take in his woodsy scent with every inhale and purge some of my inhibition with every exhale.
Somewhere in my mind, I recognise this is wrong, but I can’t think of the reasons why right now. They’re trapped, unreachable. Almost invisible.
He unbuttons my trousers and slides them down my legs, then throws them on top of the pile of clothes.
We sit opposite each other, completely naked. Or more like I’m sitting while he hovers over me like a dark promise in the middle of a moonless night.
“You’re now the property of Jonathan King, wild one.”
“I’m no one’s property.”
He narrows one of his eyes. “If you have nothing useful to say, shut that mouth.”
“I mean it. I might have agreed to this deal, but you don’t own me, Jonathan. No one does and no one ever will.”
He grabs me by the hips and flips me over. I yelp as my front hits the mattress and he lifts my arse up in the air.
“I was going to give you what you crave and fuck you, but I changed my mind.”
“W-what?”
His hand slaps my arse. Hard. I moan into the pillow, my voice wanton, even to my own ears.