Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Let me have it,” he urged, his movements getting faster as a sweat broke out over his brow. “Give it to me, pretty baby. I want to see your beautiful body come undone while I own it.”
In that moment, my body decided he was its master and did exactly what he’d demanded. I had no control over anything anymore. His hand gripped my throat so tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe, and that seemed to be the trigger that ignited this mania inside me. It broke free, and I heard his name come from my lips in a choked plea as euphoria encased me.
“FUUUCK, pretty baby! FUCK!” he shouted, but it seemed far away.
I was floating somewhere in my own form of heaven. His body jerked as he let out more groans.
As I began to slowly come back to earth, I felt two strong arms wrap around me and pull me against his chest. I collapsed against him, still struggling to breathe normally. Garrett buried his face in my neck as he continued to gasp for air.
His hand ran down my head and tangled in my hair. When I could feel my arms again, I wrapped them around him. I had known he’d ruin me, but I hadn’t known just how completely. In the past, I had always been satisfied with the fact that a vibrator could get me off as good as a man. But this … this … no vibrator could do this.
“Now, you’re mine,” his deep voice said against my temple.
I stilled. What did he mean by that? I let my arms fall away from their hold on him and leaned back to look at him. The gray in his eyes was returning. A part of me missed the blackness that I’d seen there. What was wrong with me?
He cupped the side of my face, and his eyes trailed over my lips and then studied my neck. A fierce look in his eyes made me shudder.
“My marks are on your skin.” He didn’t say it apologetically. He said it as if he was pleased by my bruises. He teased my nipple with his mouth, seemingly fascinated with it.
I licked my lips, almost afraid to speak.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked me.
He had worn a condom, so I didn’t see how this needed to be a concern.
“Yes, I take the shot.”
The pleased gleam in his eyes as he ran his hand down my neck, then chest before finally cupping the breast he’d squeezed so hard in his hand. “When were you last tested?”
I didn’t want to be annoyed, but I was.
“When were you tested?” I shot back at him.
He smirked. “Last week.”
Oh. Well, I guessed he got tested a lot with his sex life. At least he was being safe. That thought snatched the little bit of bliss left away, and I straightened and tried to move back, but his hand clamped down on my thigh and held me there.
“When were you tested?” he repeated more forcefully.
“Right after I broke up with Micah,” I snapped.
“Have you slept with anyone since?” he asked.
I was pissed. I understood he was just being sure I was clean, but dang, did he have to do it right now?
“No,” I replied through clenched teeth and tried harder to get some space from him, which didn’t work and only caused his hold on me to tighten.
“Easy, pretty baby. There’s no need to get all worked up,” he scolded.
I glared at him. “I’m sorry if being asked if you need to worry about getting a disease from me right after you fucked me is insulting.”
His eyes twinkled with amusement, and I had the sudden urge to slap his face. He grabbed my chin with more force than necessary and held it so that I couldn’t look away from him.
“I like your temper, but be warned: I will also spank your ass until it burns when you unleash it on me.”
I gaped at him. Was he seriously threatening to spank me? I had lost my mind and gone too far with this man.
“Stop looking at me like you want to slap me,” he whispered, smiling as he said it. “I just wanted to make sure the next time I fuck you, I can take you raw. I don’t like having the barrier there. I want to feel you and unload inside you. My cum needs to be leaking out of you and keeping your thighs sticky.” He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Reminding you who fucked you, who made this pussy come.”
My breathing stuttered, and he flashed me an evil grin before letting go of me and standing back up. I sat there and watched in silence as he took the condom off and tied it before he pulled his pants back up. His thighs were rock hard, tanned, and bulging with muscles. Lord help me, he was going to destroy me.