Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Where are you taking me?” I gasp in between frantic kisses.
His mouth rakes down between my breasts, licking over the mounds of my cleavage where they bulge in the neckline of the sequined dress. “I knew this would happen, knew some bastard would make a pass at you. I rented a room to bring you, to calm you down and comfort you if you were upset or scared.” He grinds me with his hips against the elevator wall and I whine his name. “Going to use the room to claim your little pussy, instead.”
Chapter Eight
Locke
I should calm down before I fuck her.
She’s a virgin and deserves the utmost care. Someone who will break her in carefully.
Not a jealous, sweating beast of a man whose control has deserted him.
I’ve never felt like this. Like my pulse is going to tear my skin open.
She’s so sweet, turning circles in the middle of the hotel suite, visibly in awe of the luxury, her hands pressed to her mouth like she can’t believe such a room exists. Even I can admit the chandeliers and mood lighting and view of the Strip are impressive, but nothing will match what she deserves. She deserves the moon and stars.
When I booked this room, I swore to myself I wouldn’t use it take her virginity. It was meant to be a safe haven from the lechers downstairs.
But now that we’re here, who is going to keep her safe from me?
I’m not myself. I’m not rational. Not after witnessing a hundred men all salivate over her at once. Not after one of them spoke to my angel in such crude terms. Another ten minutes downstairs and I’m certain the males would have converged on her, right there in public view. I had no choice but to put a stop to the situation before it escalated. I’d do it again in a second.
Now I’m being ordered by my head, my heart, my loins to mark my territory.
And I know that’s sick, but my cock apparently isn’t taking orders from my brain. It’s not going to be happy until it’s buried in her snug cunt and she belongs to me. Someday…
Someday she will leave me. So I need this now. I need her as long as she can stand me. When she’s gone and I’m broken, I’ll have nothing but these memories in the dark to keep me glued together. Or drive me completely insane. Yes, that’s a very distinct possibility, too—and I no longer care.
I’m operating on pure instinct, approaching her at the window where she stands, fingertips on the glass, overlooking the bright lights below. I demand my hands to be gentle, but they grip her hips and slam her ass back into my lap nonetheless, an animal grunt leaving my mouth when the tight crack of her buttocks cradles my aching dick.
She moans, her head falling back to land in the center of my chest. “Are you going to get in trouble for what happened? With the police?”
“Most likely. Yes.”
Her breath catches. In the window’s reflection, I can see the worry transform her beautiful face and mentally ask my maker what I did to deserve this creature. “I’ll tell them you saved me.” She turns in my embrace and slides her arms around my neck, her delectable body molding to the front of mine. “It would be the truth. You did save me. I should have listened to you about the men. They were…scary.”
A roar builds up inside of me, making me burn to punch a hole in the window, but I manage to keep the urge at bay. “Who put you in this dress?”
She swallows. Averts her eyes. “I’d rather not say, okay?”
“I’m going to find out, Sissy.” I peel one of the straps down her shoulder. “You would have been irresistible in a dress that fit you properly. In this thing? You might as well have been ringing a dinner bell for every man in the casino.” I tug the other strap down. “Including me.”
A blush blows across her cheeks. “You’re the only one I meant to ring it for.”
Part of me wonders if I’m dreaming. How else could this girl want my thick, ugly ass?
If I’m dreaming, so be it. I’m not waking up until I’m forced.
With unworthy fingers, I peel down the top of the dress to her waist, baring her tits. At the sight of them, so succulent and pert, my dick strains against the front of my pants. I feel like an ogre compared to her. She’s so delicate and smooth, so fucking smooth everywhere and I’m big and coarse and so much older, this feels like a crime.
“That man…he said something to me about drinking liquor out of my belly button.”
In response to those words, I shout a curse and rip the gold dress from her body, leaving her trembling in high heels and a pair of white panties. “Why would you tell me that?”